Wednesday, August 31, 2005
The Ballad of John and Yoko
Which really is an upbeat song about how John and Yoko travelled around the world and got rejected at places and went from country to country trying to get married, go on a honeymoon, and do their bed-in for peace.
Standing in the dock at Southampton
trying to get to Holland or France
The man in the mac said
you've got to go back
You know they didn't even give us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Finally made the plane into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
you can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton
Talking in our beds for a week
The newspapers said say
what're you doing in bed
I said we're only trying to get us some peace
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Saving up your money for a rainy day
giving all your clothes to charity
Last night the wife said
Oh boy when you're dead
you don't take nothing with you but your soul,
think
Made a lightning trip to Vienna
Eating chocolate cake in a bag
The newspapers said
she's gone to his head
They look just like two Gurus in drag
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Caught the early plane back to London
Fifty acorns tied in a sack
The men from the press said
we wish you successs
It's good to have the both of you back
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
And I found out yesterday that when Hey Jude was released as a single, it was released with Revolution on the flip-side of the record and one of the pictures was of the beatles in colourful hippy big long-sleeved shirts and 'HEY JUDE' and 'REVOLUTION' in big swirly colourful shaped letters.
When you are in a studying period (period, always a depressing word to use) and being home all the time, one of the few things that can save you is good soap. If when you want to relax and bathe and feel clean and pine fresh, and you find that your soap is pathetic, it's bad! I used my grandmother's special shampoo for coloured hair today without knowing it, and in the mornings the bergamot body wash is running out. Even though people dying in ridiculous numbers on the other side of the world makes it seem like you don't have the right to talk about things like these, but it does because it's people in different circumstances needing to get through the day in some way. I was just getting a bit conscious about talking about selfish sounding hedonistic things like nice soap and baths. Anyhow, in this dismal depressing and disgusting period, if ye can't even take a good bath you're dead. Hardly anything worth living for except tv. Any bath that makes you happy is a good bath. For me that means having soap that smells good and looks delicious, like citrus, lime, bergamot and grape soap, that are orange or purple and fills a dead, sad body with a refreshing and tingly smell next to hot steamy water. Coupled with some singing and good cleaning (don't forget the armpits) and the bath is done. And THAT is how to get through the day.
Also never underestimate the power of a good song when you wake up. A bad thing to do is to switch on the tv while having breakfast, find there's nothing to watch and then tuning into channel news asia for depressing bad news. Reading the real papers is even worse, because I don't suppose anyone really cares about the economy of any country in the world when they have just woken up and it's also not good to jolt a weak, blubbery mind with news of murder or bombs and deaths. So put on a good song in the morning and sit down trying to make sense of last night's dream and try not to think negatively because more often than not that just ruins everything.
If studying gets too painful somewhere in the day, call parents to complain.
moled at 8/31/2005 06:55:00 AM
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Beyond the sea
About 7 or 8 Sundays have passed, each being almost exactly alike. Every sunday i wake up thinking, good, it's sunday, and i can't possibly dislike sundays. The workmen weren't even next door today. I was almost alone all day, rather peacefully but flatly. I didn't even have them to look at and watch what they were doing next in building the house, like climbing up a wooden pole to paint something or applying more cement to some wall. Everytime I checked it was just the super reflective new window of the new neighbour's new family room. I ate a lot of cheese today. Creamy cheese shampoo would be totally milky and divine. Someone should invent a roman milky cheesy line of shampoos and soaps and beauty things, like roman bathtubs, roman ways of hair removal, roman music, roman makeup, and revive rome. That would be a hit.
Yesterday i watched a beatles documentary vcd that looked promising. Some parts were incredibly boring and some parts were incredibly depressing and some were both. They had very little footage of the beatles so they had lots of interviews of old fogeys (totally fine) and lots of panning in and out of repeated buildings or focusing the camera on buildings because there was nothing else!!!!! Hardly anything about songs or albums, just briefly talking about their career and personal lives and ending on a moronically depressing view of some english lawn and sad piano music. UGH! I wanted to vomit after that!
The only thing I gained from all that imbecilicity was actually seeing the beatles talk. i've almost never seen them sing or talk before really. Isn't that insane. I fell in love with them by looking at pictures and listening to songs. So, I saw their mouths moved and heard their real voices and how they looked when they talked and the kind of things each would say. Paul was always politically correct and pleasant. George always looked at the camera like a vampire and smiled and said something rather funny. John was charming and bold. Ringo was the surprise. He made a funny face once that made him look like Ryan (OC) and though he looks like a dejected bulldog in almost all photos, when he talks and smiles he is very handsome, which explains why he received the most fanmail (according to a black and white beatles photo book).
Well well well, what have we here?!!??!!!! Half the world is going to sleep right now. I can't see the sky and even if I did it would disappoint me because it wouldn't be salt-sprinkled. My brother's birthday is tomorrow and I know the thing that would make him most happy is the Garden State dvd and no one disturbing him while he watches it. I am so sure that nothing will make him more happy than that tomorrow, and that is what I am going to get him. For the first time in my life, I know what to get him and make him happy on his birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES! If a garden state dvd costs $25 and a piece of tissue paper costs $0.10, I can generally conclude that I spend 2500 times more on his birthday present than he usually does on mine. Well done, mister brother. One of the worse things ever is not knowing your family. It is terribly and totally not alerted of. It's crazy that parents would have children, work and hire maids to take care of their children while they give themselves stress by working so hard and they go home and be frustrated with their children and it goes on for about twenty years or more (TWENTY YEARS) and then they retire and they don't know their children. Their children have grown up, no one knows how to approach each other and everything is moronically pleasant without being meaningful, or obligatory. How stupid is that. Just about the stupidest thing ever. And tomorrow I am not going to listen to even a millisecond of ''a slice of life by eugene loh on newsradio 938''.
"Those in the cheap seats, clap your hands. The rest of you can rattle your jewellery."
John at a performance where the queen of england was there
I need a beatles song before i go to sleep
moled at 8/28/2005 07:48:00 AM
