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Monday, December 05, 2005

When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom, and life can show no joy for me

** What a miserable post, it'd be better off deleted.


If you try to play with life, life will end up playing with you. You waste your youth in foolish adventure, and soon you will have nothing to show for your youth. You turn your back on society, and society refuses to take you back..

Shu at 9:21 PM

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Thursday, December 01, 2005

My lover's gone

We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain


We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better
And for a little while it almost did


Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
Trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of Cerveza
And every fucking city feels the same

You said to call you when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking in Soho


Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar


Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm on a chance here
Yeah, every fucking city sounds the same

At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
An E-mail from you said you'd gone to Rome
For a minute I thought maybe, but my funds were running low
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone


So I headed north and ended up in Hamburg
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal


Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
And the waiter here wants me to know his name
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
But every fucking city looks the same
Arriverderci, au revoir, aufwiedersen, hasta la vista
Yeah, every fucking city's just the same..



Shu at 7:00 PM

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