Sowing Season

I love this song. And in some creepy/fucked up way it makes me feel good when I'm one of my stupid 'i-hate-the-whole-entire-fucking-universe-full-of-people-who-won't-do-anything-and-who-care-about-nothing'

Take all that you have

and turn it into something you would miss if

Somebody threw that brick

And shattered all your plans

Oh, Ringo.

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you. 

Depressing Song

This is a little song I wrote when i was incredibly low about two months ago. I don't feel like this anymore but it was interesting to come across.

Cut out
She could cut you right out,
But if she can’t
She’s left feeling
A foreigner to this waking world

Her fists, her legs, her skull
And soul
Are left empty
For you,
A stencil to shade.

And dreaming like a girl
In the dark, with her world blown out.
Waking and with nothing
But her love to hide.

And when sunlight finds her wrists red
Painted with the pain she felt
The stars pray for their return,
The shadow of her heart to light

And twilight’s half way there.
You have a stencil life
And in your eyes it will grow.

Tommy Reilly

Even though Tommy Reilly is an act who was manufactured for and by Orange's unsigned act, there is still so much truth and naivety in his performance. His songs hold a childish charm to them which is offset by his 'soulful' writing. He's like Paolo Nutini in the sense that he appears so much older when he sings... but he can sing just juvenile things as 'I thought she was my friend but now I love her'. I just love him. I adore him.

His new album may make me want to cry for the entirety of every song but I embrace that and it takes a lot these days for that to happen.

This is his winning cover of Mr Brightside. And yes, it may just be a cover but I thin it adds an entirely different element to the song and turns it away from its club reputation and changes it into a heartfelt, believable anthem.

hats off to you, sir.



Oh, and if you can make Mr Alex James, king of Blur and owner of a cheese farm, you have my vote!

Will be seeing Tommy again this Summer.

Talkin' to the walls, just me again.

It's a motherfucker.