ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

My short hamner holiday was crap. Really terrible. It doesn't exite me much talking about it, so I wont.

Something I did discover though was that I am re-interested in lyrics. To songs. They facinate me, now, didn't before. Really interesting. Mmmm.


I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Just don't leave
Don't leave


Is Thom Yorke just trying to piss me off, because its working. Intreguing though.
Whats another one...

his wicked
sense of humour
suggests
exciting sex!

his fingers
they focus on her
touches
he's venus as a boy

he believes in a beauty
he's venus as a boy

he's exploringthe taste of her
arousal
so accurate

he sets off
the beauty in her
he's venus
venus as a boy

he believes in a beauty
he's venus as a boy


What the heck is that supposed to mean? What was Bjork trying to convey when she wrote that? I'd like to know.

Yeah thats that. I'm pretty annoyed at everyone right now. Yeah. That includes you!