remembering remembered, and reminded part 2

The next song in my nostalgia`s installment. Don`t get any on ya...
(and yeah there is a live performance of this song I could put in, but I'm going for overall auric quality here. Look away and listen if you likey.)
Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths.

remembering remembered, and reminded...

Ok, I need at least ONE video put up to be satisfied, but which of the 5?? Just two bands in my mind and ears and heart now, so I`ll decide on what began this most recent nostalgic journey. And I begin...
The Queen Is Dead by The Smiths.

remembering remembered.

I come here tonite, tiredly drunk and in the middle of a busy nothing. I wish to speak, yet know not what about. The past few days have been intensely nostalgic for me. I`ve found songs on youtube I haven't heard, well, some for over 20 years. And it oh so reminds me of me then and the way I was. Oh, and this feeling behind it, now likened to a dusty memory sitting blankly behind me in the past. But with the listen of these songs, something far inside makes me ache in a blossomy, awakening way... I remember that way I was then, and the years that stretched out with me. I most importantly remember how I felt, how the atmosphere laid itself around me like a cocoon. These songs created a world for me, and I loved music. I guess I have to put these songs here, because they must be somewhere for me. for me only, to dip myself slowly back into the wax of my previous mold. Wick and flame once more...

videos must happen soon. But once I begin, I may not be able to stop. I`ll leave this a day or so and then return to see what I`ve decided.

Oh, to be the cream...

the blankness under the page.

I have become so disillusioned with this blog thingy and my role here, and with anything I may think of saying. I keep leaving you alone blog, for too long at a time. I just don't know what to do with you. sorry. there should be some kind of manna spell to do away with self-doubt...

No Ordinary Love: Sade

Nevermind the why. Just know the reason exists...

I am here like a bruise re-awakened. but i really wasnt committed. but i really wasnt committed..

im missing the bongwater that was in my nomeansno punkass solution...

i tell myself i didnt miss a thing.

I am so sad. Oh I feel that ive missed out on something powerful. My own force and decision. Oh and my moving out by will alone. I am so sorry if I didnt take my chance with you. I just didnt ever ever think that I would ever be important enough to want to hear. or be listened to.
i was a bit of the woman in the place tonite. i was the fourth corner, tying the room together. i was the she. the powerful. sexy. but fucking shy. i felt the energy of looks and men and downplayed it. too much in the end., but i received nice gifts along the way, which was nice. fuck, this is no story.

this is my lost little place.i am so sorry that i missed you tonite. i am so sorry that i missed you. i am so sorry that i missed you.
im so sorry i missed you. even if i didnt have any right rhyme or reason to.
i am trying not to feel stupid for not realizing how important it was for me to follow up on what i created. move out alone.
i felt fucking stupid as hell for saying `bye **** people` as i left the place tonite.
never mind. i like being alone here.
you are not reading this.



nevermind. i lied.
i dont.