On 2009-01-19 , Nelly said...

"Song of the week"

On the subject of Music

Lucio starts fires by Joe Lean and The Jing Jang Jong



Oh, where I go, trouble starts     

I’m not compatible with my heart, oh oh

I could impress, too strong for you (?)

Thats the one thing I don’t wanna do 

Well maybe thats where my heart lies

It is something I have to tame

Trouble follows this bag of bones

and Lucio is my middle name

Sorry for thinking 

That we were friends,

But loyalties come and loyalties go

Isn’t that so?

And sorry for thinking

or assuming that we could be friends,

but, loyalties come, oh oh

and loyalties go

Isn’t that so?

Ah ah ah ah I don’t know

Where I go trouble seems to ignite

It’s not from me, it’s not from my mind, oh

I could impress, too strong for you

That’s the one thing I don’t wanna do to you

Well maybe thats where my heart lies

and it is something I have to tame

Trouble follows this bag of bones,

and Lucio is my middle name!

Ah, I’m sorry for thinking

That we were friends

But loyalties come and loyalties go

But sorry for thinking or assuming that we could be friends

But loyalties come, oh oh

and loyalties go

isn’t that so……yeah


On 2009-01-15 , Nelly said...

"It’s never too late…."

On the subject of Uncategorized

I’m a firm believer in the old saying, it’s never too late to learn or start something new, and lately I’ve been living up to this belief quite literally.

Recently I started acrylic painting, at first I really wasn’t sure I would take a liking to it but as soon as my paint brush brushed against the canvas I knew painting was for me. I remember I sat there with two candles and two apples on top of a plate not knowing if the painting was going to turn out good but at the same time I was thinking “Hey it can’t be that hard, I remember doing this exact project in the 6th grade”, so I just started painting not caring if the candles or apples were going to look anything like the real thing but my mind was not focused on making the painting perfect I was busy having fun. When I was all done I took a step back and admire the simple painting. If someone else had seen it at the same time they wouldn’t have thought much of my little painting but I stood there for a couple of minutes looking at it from every angle that I could with a huge smile from ear to ear proud of myself for trying something new. Now that’s a great feeling! Well I didn’t stop there I kept on painting and now it’s something that I do on a daily basis.

 So whether an old dog can learn a new trick well, I don’t know, but that he can TRY and learn it, that I do.


On 2009-01-12 , Nelly said...

"Song of the week"

On the subject of Music
My mistakes were made for you by The Last Shadow Puppets


About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
My mistakes were made for you  And in the back room of a bad dream, she came

And whisked me away, enthused

And it’s solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain

And were just following the flock, round
And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame
And its the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn’t help, but spit em out
Innocence and arrogance entwined
In the filthiest of minds

She’s was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, shes not
And i suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, its forgot
And it’s alot to ask and not to sting1
Give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind

Cos were just following the flock round
And the in-between
Before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the grain
And it’s the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it’s alot to ask and not to sting
Giver her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance entwined


On 2009-01-11 , Nelly said...

"Man can fly"

On the subject of Uncategorized




On 2009-01-05 , Nelly said...

"Song of the week"

On the subject of Music

Little Motel by Modest Mouse


 

 

I hope that you like it in your little motel 
And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well
Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and
Thats why its nice to be by yourself

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We treat mishaps like sinking ships and 
I know that I don’t want to be out to drift
Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
They both tell me that we’re better than this

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think that there was an insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I’m very sorry

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

It rained and its over a shooting star 
Landed directly on our broke down little car
We fold and we had made a wish 
That we would be missed
If one another just did not exist

Cause thats what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting on, aren’t we?
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for darlin’

That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for aren’t we?