What We Needs Is Just What We Wants

Everything Hits At Once
Spoon
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Don’t Say A Word
The Last One’s Still Stinging
Back A My Mind
I Feel That Phone Ringing
And There Is No Way Back From This

Everything Hits At Once
What We Needs Is Just What We Wants
I Go To Sleep But Think That You’re Next To Me
I Go To Sleep And Think You’re Next To Me

Don’t Make A Move
When I Walk Out Don’t Follow Me
Out In The Car
Can Feel It Calling Me
And Ooh I would love to stay

But I Can Still Change My Mind Tonight
I Gotta Change My Mind Somehow
I Go To Sleep Alone But Think That You’re Next To Me
Everything Hits At Once Tonight
Outside Is All Lit Up With Ad Lights
In Traffic We Become On The Way Back Home
Part Of Something Bigger Than Just On Our Own

I Gotta Change My Mind Tonight
I Can Still Change My Mind Tonight
Merging In Traffic Cross The Lanes And Then We Become
Something Bigger Than Just Any One
Oh And Everything Hits At Once
What We Needs Is Just What We Wants


I Go To Sleep And Think That You’re Next To Me
I Go To Sleep And Think That You’re Next To Me

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Everything *has* hit all at once in the last 10 or so weeks. Those of you who really know me, know exactly what I mean and am talking (writing) about.

Those of you who don't know me, well, trust me - shit has certainly hit the fan. Almost every aspect of my life has a wee bit of poop on it.

I'm not necessarily complaining. Just observing...and cleaning up. I'm over the shock of it all (almost)...and ready to get rid of the stink and stain. I just need to figure out exactly where to start. And once started, what to salvage, and what to just throw away.

I need to figure out what I truly need...and what I want. And the difference between the two.

Image by Trashy T Modelography, August 2008

But she expressed herself in many different ways

She's Lost Control

Joy Division

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Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She's lost control.
And she's clinging to the nearest passer by,
She's lost control.
And she gave away the secrets of her past,
And said I've lost control again,
And a voice that told her when and where to act,
She said I've lost control again.

And she turned around and took me by the hand and said,
I've lost control again.
And how I'll never know just why or understand,
She said I've lost control again.
And she screamed out kicking on her side and said,
I've lost control again.
And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die.
She said I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.

Well I had to 'phone her friend to state my case,
And say she's lost control again.
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes,
And said I've lost control again.
But she expressed herself in many different ways,
Until she lost control again.
And walked upon the edge of no escape,
And laughed I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.

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Life is just far too strange these days.

Nothing is the way it used to be.

Nor is it the way it should be.

Just somewhere in between.

I gave up trying to understand.

And lost control.

But [I think] in doing so, I may just have found that piece of me I had given up for lost ever so long ago.

Images & Triptych by Velvet D'Amour, September 2008