{"id":495,"date":"2009-10-14T10:45:05","date_gmt":"2009-10-14T01:45:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kilcher04.net\/?p=495"},"modified":"2009-10-14T10:45:05","modified_gmt":"2009-10-14T01:45:05","slug":"im-a-battleship","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.journal.kilcher04.net\/?p=495","title":{"rendered":"I'm a Battleship"},"content":{"rendered":"

… you’re a direct hit and I’m sinking<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I haven’t been writing in a while. I can blame work (as usual) or just my general laziness (once again, as usual) or maybe it’s just that I don’t have much to angst about these days (naks, peaceful) or maybe I have a lot of things to say but just can’t get it all out (most likely).<\/p>\n

But anyway, I found this awesome song while searching for LSS replacements to Halo<\/em> (c\/o Glee). I kinda remember that Juno song by the Moldy Peaches when I heard this one.<\/p>\n

Anyway, check out the lyrics, I guess this song just says it all.<\/p>\n

httpv:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=4lKUaHnxgG4<\/p>\n

Music and words by Pocketbooks<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Kiss me in the autumn at the station by the drycleaners and the fellas selling travelcards
\nHold my hands and tell me that The Fall will never leave me and The Actionnettes won’t break my heart
\nWrite my name in marker pen across the local bus stop and I’ll steal you all the books you love
\nCall the local paper and pretend we’re getting married and I’ll borrow you my library card<\/p>\n

You’re the blindfold round my eyes
\nYou’re my navigation satellite
\nI’m a tightrope walker looking down on the sights<\/p>\n

I don’t know what happened with your sister and her mother, but I don’t think they’re impressed with me
\nI don’t think they like what I’ve been doing with my life, but can’t they see it’s only temporary?
\nI can’t help but worry that your friend thinks I’m a daydreamer with aspirations quite naive
\nThe only things worth chasing are the things that are creative, and I’m not talking accountancy<\/p>\n

You’re a red hotel on Mayfair
\nA superlative on a triple word score
\nI’m a battleship, you’re a direct hit and I’m sinking<\/p>\n

And like falling leaves in autumn you can sweep me up or pass me by
\nLike falling snow against your skin, or the cigarettes I can’t pack in
\nAnd falling in with you is like a Class A drug they couldn’t ban
\nThe photograph that makes you smile and sends a shiver down your spine
\nGravity’s got me falling indefinitely<\/p>\n

I don’t think it matters my career path’s in tatters, I could always take a course or two
\nTell me what you’re thinking, maybe when I’ve finished singing, I suppose this is a family tune
\nI think I’m addicted, I get panicked when you’re missing, I need patches when you’re not around
\nI have conversations in my head that you’re not party to, you should have heard the things you said!<\/p>\n

Like an etching on my brain
\nLike a letter tacked on my DNA
\nI’m a chip pan fire, you’re the water that won’t stay away<\/p>\n

And like falling leaves in autumn you can sweep me up or pass me by
\nLike falling snow against your skin, or the cigarettes I can’t pack in
\nYou’re the blindfold round my eyes
\nYou’re my navigation satellite
\nAnd just falling in with you is like a Class A drug they couldn’t ban
\nThe photograph that makes you smile and sends a shiver down your spine
\nGravity’s got me falling indefinitely<\/p>\n

Tell me if it ever ends you’ll let me have my heart back in a single piece
\nYou’re the one I call after closing time
\nThe night bus spins to the spellbinding sound of your voice…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

… you’re a direct hit and I’m sinking. I haven’t been writing in a while. I can blame work (as …<\/p>\n

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