bright lights in a dark place always look sad.
imagine a room bath in darkness. a window overlooking a street. the surrounds of the window aglow with neon lights. flashing. flashing.

or the chasing lights around a window that is looking into a dark room.

a funfair with a giant ferris wheel. perhaps a fairy carousel. brightly lit. gay. but deserted.

a long staight motorway fringed by nothing but wasteland and littered with the occasional motel. eatery. with a great big neon arrow flashing "food here".

No man is an island, entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were;
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.

The wisdom of Nick Cave - Into My Arms

can't seem to spend enough time with her.
and it's valentine's day tmr...

i must remember that i will decide what songs are to to be played should i ever get married. poor girl.

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know darling that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms O Lord
Into my arms O Lord
Into my arms O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

unlock your imagination......
the saddest thing about finding neverland is coming out of the theatre still the same person you went in as. no epiphanies. no great revelation. there was enlightenment sure. but just a wee bit. what has been told was already known. it's just the bitterness of knowing that yes, i have lost whatever the movie was trying to bring across. this whimsicality, bewilderment, zest for life, joie de vivre that is lost. never to be found. and no movie will have half a chance of bring it back. never finding land.

I Know It's Over

and i can not help my self.
hurting the ones i try to love.
but i do not love the ones i hurt.

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed.....
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling.
I don't know where else I can go
Over....
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
Though she needs you
More than she loves you.....
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...