omg, they even wished me happy birthday on the og blog. what's this? a conspiracy to melt me and un-scrooge-ify me?

don't songs give you a certain type of feeling when you listen to them? like one reminds you of your maths teacher, one reminds you of your old flame, one reminds you of your high school crush, one reminds you of graduation, one reminds you of a play put up, etcetc.

yeah, and i really crave ri now, and my younger days. i may have known less people then, but i was happier, (i think) then. now's just.. mock joy. maybe i do feel things sometimes then and now.. but not really. it's just become so machiavellian. and devoid. devoid. i've been feeling devoid very often. tiredness contributes i suppose.

and listening to songs. dancing in the moonlight, for example. or the ketchup song, or (heaven forbid) loverboy, they all conjure images of secondary school innocence and wonderment. now i'm supposed to be jaded. it's fashionable, it's a trend.

i hate history, and doing it. as you can see i'm procrastinating doing it, which is BAD. 1500 word craps.

DH Lawrence - The Piano

SOFTLY, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

omg, i remember doing this for ilearning a year ago, but it was never so beautiful to me then.

quixoticka eulogized @ 10:36:00 pm