Tag: Dido

It’s not so bad..

Toil and Trouble….

Thank you ~ Dido

Not the right song for how I am feeling today,,,,

But the right song to say we can always be hopeful….

I like Dido and she makes life easy for me…..well atleast the 3:46 mins while she is playing on my iPod.

I have a couple of drafts lying un-posted….

Just don’t feel like they convey anything at the moment…..

I am trying really hard to find the right words…..

Like they say let it come to you…..

Oh and it does……just like trouble….

Trouble, Trouble, Trouble…….like Ray whines…..

I have trouble and half a dozen of its army waiting outside my door …..

“My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window,
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad”

I could describe with all my might with  the usual clichéd philosophical crap*….hmm like

How do you react when the very ground that you are standing upon gets jerked off? (Nobody’s fault…)

Are you a fool for taking things for granted? (course you are…)

One min you are living your dream…..the next moment life happens……

But that doesn’t make the blow any less painful……

“I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today
I’m late for work again
And even if I’m there, they’ll all imply
That I might not last the day
And then you call me and it’s not so bad”

And I can play it off saying “C’est La Vie Baby” but the truth is I am just numb…..or maybe just plain dumb……

I could do much worse…..infact I know I could……

No mouths to feed….or kids to clothe….. I could say I have had it easy…..

I told a friend yesterday I really ought to see a shrink…..half jokingly …..

Am gonna let Dido finish my happily ever after dream sequence to an epic but tragic post……

“Push the door,I’m home at last
And I’m soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel
And all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now
I wouldn’t have a clue
Because you’re near me”


Smile anyhow…

The Malady….

Strike 1

Hunter
Take a chance..

Not the sick in the head kind…..

No…

The snotty tissues, throbbing head, confined to the couch kind…..

The Invalid….

Hunter ~ Dido

“If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go”

The problems with being ill…..

Your brain stops working (Not like it was fully functional otherwise…..)

“For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again”

You begin to wonder why ice cream is off limit….(not like you would crave ice cream any other day….just sayin)

“I want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again”

You wish your happy place was not just a state of mind……but an actual place….

– Where the tea cups refilled non-stop,

– And the books read themselves out loud…..

“For the crown you’ve placed upon my head feels too heavy now”

Now with a warped wit and an almost non-existent happy place plagued with idle thoughts……

Kleenex over here please….

Kthanxbye!

“so let me go
let me leave”

It’s just a thought…

Differences

There are times when I surprise myself….

and I cannot control what goes through my head…..

Life for Rent- Dido

“I haven’t really ever found a place that I call home….I never stick around quite long enough to make it…”

I find myself running all the time…. I have no idea from what…. Sometimes it stares at me….and I convince myself not to reach out and grab it….

“If My life is for rent….and I don’t learn to buy….

well I deserve nothing more than I get…

cause nothing I own is truly mine…..”

I cannot put my finger on it….. all of my life I have a picture that I think is perfect…..perfect for me…….. but is it?

For once I do not know what I want….. I knew it all along….and now I don’t

“I always thought I’d love to live by the sea…… to travel the world alone….and live life more simply…..I have no idea what’s happening to that dream …..as there is really nothing that is left here to stop me”

What stops me? ME….. like they say I am my worst enemy….. Have I exiled myself? yes…. Have I stopped myself? yes…. Why? I don’t think I can ever explain…

“While my heart is a shield and I won’t let it down……” it is not about putting a guard up…. it is about being stubborn….it is about wanting to control what happens so there are no surprises good or bad….. all these preconceived notions that poison what can be conceived….

“While I am so afraid to fail so I won’t even try” can you blame me?

Because nothing I have is truly mine……

“It’s just a thought….only a thought…..“