here is a b♥x, a ♫♪ musical ♪♫ b♥x: nothing really matters

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor girl,
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, very low
Any way the wind blows

Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time

Goodbye, ev'rybody,
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche,
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very fright'ning me

(Galileo)
Galileo
(Galileo)
Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico

I'm just a poor girl and nobody loves me
She's just a poor girl from a poor family
Spare her her life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go
(Let her go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go
(Let her go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go
(Let me go)
Will not let you go
(Let me go)
Will not let you go
(Let me go)
Ah

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
(Oh mama mia, mama mia)
Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside
For me, for me, for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows. . .

love after love

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

DEREK WALCOTT

feeling kinky?

Thank you for the days, those endless days, those sacred days you gave me. I’m thinking of the days - I won’t forget a single day, believe me. I bless the light, I bless the light that lights on you, believe me. And though you’re gone, you’re with me every single day, believe me. Days. I remember all my life. Days when you can’t see wrong from right. You took my life but then I knew that very soon you’d leave me. But it’s alright. Now I’m not frightened of this world believe me. I wish today could be tomorrow, the night is long it just brings sorrow, let it wait. And though you’re gone, you’re with me every single day - believe me.

Every single day. Believe me.

Henry W Longfellow

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, and on its outer point, some miles away, the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. Even at this distance I can see the tides, Upheaving, break unheard along its base, A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides in the white tip and tremour of the face. And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright, through the deep purple of the twilight air, Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light, with strange, unearhly splendour in the glare! No one alone: from each projecting cape And perilous reef along the ocean's verge, Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape, Holding its lantern o'er the restless surge... The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din of wings and winds and solitary cries, Blinded and maddened by the light within, Dashes himself against the glare, and dies. A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock, Still grasping in his hand the fire of love, it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock, but hails the mariner with words of love. "Sail on!" it says: "Sail on, ye stately ships! And with your floating bridge the ocean span; Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse. Be yours to bring man neared unto man."

it's all right

Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, it's been
a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, the smiles
returning to the faces.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that
ice is slowly melting.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been clear.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
It's all right.

THE BEATLES

true minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

what would YOU do?

What would do think
if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up
and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears
and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.

What do I do when my love is away? (Does it worry you to be alone?) How do I feel by the end of the day? (Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.

Oh... I get by
with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try
with a little help from my friends
I get high
with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by
with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends...

12 comments:

Vicus Scurra said...: Welcome back.
I am not joining in the singing. Definitely not.
No matter how much you beg.
Stop it.; 14:50
Zig said...: I am, I'm singing!
I have to, I have no telly to watch!; 15:24
Anonymous said...: It's YOU! lalalalalalalalaaaaaa!

(no one can escape the horse and her unashamedly stalkerish ways); 16:25
I, Like The View said...: well thank you. . . and thank you also for the three exclamation marks chez toi, vicus - the excessive punctuation made me smile more than any quantity of the pills I'm currently throwing down my throat

but are you sure you don't want me to grovel? you're probably right. . .

. . . it's not very ladylike (I bow to your superior knowledge in these matters)(or curtesy, whatever)(just blame the drugs, I am)

thanks for joining in zig! it's one of those songs that needs a whole chorus of people, isn't it (can't remember if it was in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, or Wayne's World - but that scene in the car is my idea of Rhapsody heaven. . . actually, I'm now having a bit of a Keanu moment

*swoons*

think he was Bill or Ted, and Wayne wasn't my type at all actually)(just blame the drugs, I am)

horse, sweetie, of course it's me! altho, I'm not quite the same me as I was before (just blame the drugs - I am); 21:26
I, Like The View said...: about the drugs - they are giving me short and long term memory loss (one of the side effects)(or two, depending on how you think of moemory processing and recall)(so that's three at least, if you studied as much neurophysiology as I did, and more than three if you either paid more attention in the lectures, or spent longer in the library than I did)(or used your time more productively when you were there)(which wouldn't have been difficult)(to use your time more productively than I did) so you'll have to forgive me if I keep repeating myself, only I can't remember what's going on or what I've said to whom; 21:30
Anonymous said...: Keanu was Ted Theodore Logan and the famous rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody was in Wayne's World. Either way, you're watching a fabulous film.; 22:51
Mel said...: *singing loud and off-key, bee-bopping along to the music*

:-)

Happy me!; 23:02
mig bardsley said...: I'm singing! I can remember the tune :) Well quite a lot of it anyway.; 23:49
Rimshot said...: {{{{{{{ISLTV}}}}}}}

Drugs? As a long time member of the better living through chemistry, my I bid you a very fond: "I had a blunt pencil but the skunk told me that bowling was twenty-three."; 18:53
I, Like The View said...: eh? is it the drugs, or don't I get it. . .; 14:54
Rimshot said...: Nothing to get, dear...I'm just spewing nonsense (as usual); 16:47
Greg said...: *singing. And dancing*

*hugs*

Colour me lost for words but so pleased to see you.; 08:39

here is a b♥x, a ♫♪ musical ♪♫ b♥x

nothing really matters

12 comments:

THE WISEST WORDS

while you're here, please feel free to feed my fish!

oh, what a day!

happy blogging with iltv

girls and boys come out to play, go on - you know you want to. . .

circle of clues camper

what a to do. . .

festivities on a friday:

get the feeling!

a fruitful friday

. . .and for mel

(I'm growing vegetables!)

frets but no regrets

guiseppe ungaretti

word?

does santa need a helper?

join in the festive fun @

jingle shells

so who's up for an advent calendar. . .

forgetfulness. . .

if you could travel within you own life time and that of a loved one, as a casual observer, nothing more or less, on the unerstanding this would mean that you could not change the course of your life or theirs in anyway, would you wish to experience that?

how old are you?

THE RICHES OF A RAINBOW?

HEY! I have a glass. . .

YOU CALLED?

some sauce. . .

a true friend gave me this

like a clock whose hands are spinning

the love hearts never lie, but did they tell the truth?

"hitched to everything else"

need to borrow this?

rock paper scissors?

can you keep a secret. . .

with love from france

there has been a request for "it all"

when push comes to shove, courtesy of Rascal Flatts

j is for jack-o-lantern

guess what the tide washed up? ME!!

a bientot cheri(e)s

ILTV is shortly to go on her hols. . . should she:

holes

the time has come. . .

love after love

I could have danced

feeling kinky?

god only knows

ILTV wonders whether (or not) to 'av' a change of avatar

is it better or worse to be

tied up?

tied together?

tied down?

if u know who they r. . .

thank you, mig

I'm knackered & in need of a break - where shall I go

busy busy busy

Koyaanisqatsi

this Thursday: you are cordially invited to a fancy dress party - rsvp!

language. . .

i like the view!

and I love typography

my best ever read

blind date

blind date - update: anything you want to know?

you have unpicked the stitches I so carefully placed around my heart

it's my blog but. . .

a life in only six words

paper scissors stone

fancy a game. . .

Henry W Longfellow

having saved myself ££££s on the curtains, what should I now spend the money on:

fancy a new poll/quiz?

something random. . .

with thanks to mig :)

it's all right

the cat's mother

money, money, money

true minds