AM I?

Asking Too Much - Ani DiFranco

I want somebody who sees the pointlessness
and still keeps their purpose in mind
I want somebody who has a tortured soul
some of the time
I want somebody who will either put out for me
or put me out of misery
or maybe just put it all to words
and make me say, you know
I never heard it put that way
make me say, what did you just say?
I want somebody who can hold my interest
hold it and never let it fall
someone who can flatten me with a kiss
that hits like a fist
or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall
because if you hear me talking
listen to what I'm not saying
if you hear me playing guitar
listen to what I'm not playing
and don't ask me to put words
to all the spaces between notes
in fact if you have to ask, forget it
do and you'll regret it
I'm tired of being the interesting one
I'm tired of heving fun for two
just lay yourself on the line
and I might lay myself down by you
but don't sit behind your eyes
and wait for me to surprise you
I want somebody who can make me
scream until it's funny
give me a run for my money
I want someone who can
twist me up in knots
tell me, for the woman who has everything
what have you got?
I want someone who's not afraid of me
or anyone else
in other words I want someone
who's not afraid of themself
do you think I'm asking too much?

väsinud. väga väsinud.  ¶ 1:09 PM

  kasvuhoone

sitting in my glasshouse
while your ghost is sleeping down the hall
watching the little birds fly
kamikaze missions into the walls
think i'm gonna stay in today
sit on my couch and watch them fall

life just keeps getting harder
keeps getting harder to hide
darker it is around me
easier it is to see inside
and outside the glass
the whole world is magnified
and its barely an inch from here to the other side

minu väike klaasist kasvuhoone, köetav ja üksiku kirsipuuga, mis ei õitse, sest pulmad olid juba ära. ja väljas on märtsilumi ja kella üheteistkümnene päike. natuke juba soe.
ja nii ma seal olen, omaette. põrkan ringi, hea, et klaasid on tugevad. mitte just väga hea!
näete küll ja nagu taipaks, aga tegelikult aru ei saa, aga pole hullu, sest mina ju ka ei saa. kes üldse saab, ikka on seinad ja maskid ja klaasid...  ¶ 1:48 PM

  ja ta on tagasi

Ani

Work Your Way Out
Make Me Stay
Itch
In Or Out
If It Isn't Her
Used To You
Shy
Not A Pretty Girl
32 Flavors
Asking Too Much
Outta Me, Onto You
Shameless
Gravel
Two Little Girls

i put too much on my table
and now i got too much a stake

and you'll stop me, won't you
if you've heard this one before
the one where i surprise you
by showing up at your front door
saying 'let's not ask what's next,
or how, or why'
i am leaving in the morning
so let's not be shy  ¶ 2:01 PM

  tervitused Hanna!

kas sa jälgid mind ka siin?
ju on teiste elud huvitavamad...nii vähemalt tundub. siin ja seal ja eriti kui astud sisse Sinna.
aga ongi nii, et geeniused nii ei tee.
inimesed on võrdsed. geeniused on hkhm geeniused ainult sellepärast, et neist räägitakse. nad on üles haibitud.
Kunst my ass, seda ei ole olemas. lihtsalt armastan tsitaate ja tsiteerimist ja omamist ja kartust, et see kõik MEIE OMA võetakse meilt ära. see pole kunagi meile kuulunudki...
Elu on kunst, nii et elagem! ja oma elusid palun! (mitte, et ma kardaks Sulle ja Sulle isiklikult öelda, ei, ma ei karda. kahjuks vist. mul on suur suu, kõike pole vaja välja öelda. nõrk olen lihtsalt. ja sellepärast ütlen pidevalt ja liiga palju.)

nojah ja muidugi kõik need, kes kirjutavad ja plaanivad uut romaani või luulekogu või mida iganes. püsivust.
kirjutada tuleks, minu arust, siis, kui teisiti enam ei saa. kõigepealt kirjutad ja siis hakkad ilmutamise peale mõtlema.
meil kõik on omad tõed, mida kuulutada tahame. jüngreid on vaja.
nojah...

nojah...

nojah...

mõnikord lihtsalt koguneb palju ja ei suuda seda tagasi hoida. pluss liiga palju vaba aega!

armastan.  ¶ 1:16 PM