| Wednesday, June 25th, 2003 |
[Sat 30 May @ 11:32am] |
( Hexed to Self )
I was just listening to one of the new tracks, I think I'm going to go for a walk and listen to it a few more times. I feel like something is missing.
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| Monday, June 23rd, 2003 |
[Thu 7 May @ 12:52pm] |
The prettiest thing
I ever did see
Was lightning from the top of a cloud
Moving through the dark a million miles an hour
With somewhere to be
So why does it seem
Like a picture
Hanging up on someone else's wall
Lately I just haven't been myself at all
It's heavy on my mind
I'm dreamin' again
Like I've always been
And way down low
I still know
The prettiest thing
I ever did see
Was dusty as the handle on the door
Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor
Looks like home to me
Now I'm dreamin' again
Like I've always been
And way down low
I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing
[borrowed for Emma via Norah Jones]
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[Wed 4 Mar @ 2:28pm] |
[Hexed Against Death Eater Supporters, Annette, Pansy, Milicent]
I woke up yesterday morning between big dogs. Both of which decided to start licking my face to wake me up.
I finally have a couple songs that the label is happy with. Or rather they aren't as "depressing"
Its 4 am
the paperboys at it again
I cant get no sleep
what's the point
if I cant even dream up a dream that's worth the keep
and so there's no need in even going
cause I'm better off never knowing
never cared for the latest news breaking
if I have to, I'm pretty good at fakin' the truth
cause this life is a beautiful one
and though I've seen it coming undone
I know most definitely
that its gonna be you and its gonna be me
I'm smilin now
just because...
love, love, love
we are all lovers and takers
breaking hearts to make the papers
she wants love, I told her to stop trying
cause the reasons for her tears
aren't worth crying
this life is a beautiful one
and though I seen it comin' undone
well I know most definitely
tthat it all works out the way its meant to be
I'm laughing now
just because...
love love love
[Borrowing for Emma - by Tristan Prettyman]
Well you say I’m crazy cause I can’t make up my mind
But I wont let it faze me instead ill leave all these thoughts behind
Cause you say that you got some one who’s wasting your time
Well that’s alright cause I got someone who’s wasting mine
(Chorus)
It’s in the way you move
Baby what you’re doing to me
I can’t stand it I can’t hold back
Every time I see you get beautiful beautiful
It’s in the way you do
Baby what you’re doing to me
The way you shine, strum your cords, the way your mine
The way you sing your words
It aint my fault I’m falling
Cause you got what it takes
Earth quakes couldn’t shake us
Foundation that were building off of an awful long time I waited but I never lose faith
I need someone like you here I'm crazy Libra babe.
Always searching for balance sometimes I choose right or wrong you know its just a challenge but Gemini if we try you and I we will find all the time we wasting just gave us time to find each other
Peanut butter jelly, bread and butter
(Chorus)
Now
No you were never second best
Wouldn’t let you settle for less
Aw babe that’s for sure and here you come down with the confidence now
Cause you had me at first glance
Baby what you’re doing to me
Aw babe that’s for sure
And now you give me that feeling feeling feeling
Aw honey your dangerous
Baby what you’re doing to me
Aw babe that’s for sure
Well here you come knocking on my hotel door
And you bless me never stress me
Come caress me
Darling like the wind caress a tree
Tugging on my skirt taking off my shirt
Whatever you’re doing well it seems to work
Yea
Hold me down...
Baby what you’re doing to me
Hold me down...
Baby what you’re doing to me...
Feeling...
You know you give me that feeling feeling
[Borrowed for Emma - By G love & Tristan Prettyman]
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| Saturday June 14 2003 |
[Tue 27 Jan @ 3:24pm] |
You break down
And you know it isn't really your fault
You handle everything all wrong
So you end up feeling like you're nothing
No one knows the tears you cry
When you fall down in the shower
But it doesn't matter
You ran away
Nothing you say every does matter
So stop trying
You aren't going to matter this time
You handled everything all wrong
You end up feeling like nothing at all
Try and tell yourself it isn't so
But when you try to speak, a soft mutter is all
You made your mistakes, but everyone does
In this case it doesn't matter
You're to blame
And yet all you need is someone to say
You're okay.
Is it that much to ask for the support that you give?
It always has been what they call a fools dream
Dream away
Sleep the night
Maybe tomorrow it wont eat you up inside.
[Self]
I have to find a happy song somewhere lost in everything else.
[Written before going out]
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| Friday June 13th 2003 |
[Fri 23 Jan @ 12:46am] |
[Hexed Against Tristan, Annette and Pansy]
Are you leaving, are you going?
Did you think you could lose that feeling
Without me knowing?
Are you wishing you'd never met me?
Does it take some train whistle blowing
To forget me?
All the losing
And the knowing that you love her still
Could be nothing to what empty hearts must feel
Tell me what an empty heart must feel
Are you leaving, are you going?
Did you think you could lose that feeling
Without me knowing?
All the losing
And the knowing that you love her still
Could be nothing to what empty hearts must feel
Tell me what an empty heart must feel
[Song by Alison Krauss, borrowing for Emma Dobbs]
[End Hex]
The only positive thing is, I can write again.
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[Fri 19 Sep @ 1:49pm] |
[Hexed to self]
Sometimes I just want to die.
I haven't eaten anything since... since that happened. I can't eat anything. Is this what it feels like to be broken?
[End Hex]
just watch the sun rise
on the other side of town
once more I've waited
and once more you've let me down
this would be a perfect time for me to die
so I'd like to take this opportunity to cry
you gave your word
now I return it to you
with this suggestion
as to what you can do
just exchange my words "i love you" for "goodbye"
while i take this opportunity to cry
i'd like to see you fine i'm afraid
i don't know wrong from right
and if i saw you would i kiss you or want to kill you?
oh god
it's been a long night
so i think I'll go home
and feed my nightmares
they been waiting all night long
they'll be the last ones to tell me "goodbye"
and they'll give me many, many opportunities to cry
[song by Priscilla Ahn - borrowing it for Emma]
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[Thu 4 Sep @ 9:00pm] |
Red hand print on the white of your cheek
Pack your bags quiet, while the lion sleeps
Watch your mother put her name to the line
Next to the place where your father signed
And inevitably, what we used to be will
Succumb to the pull of gravity
And you will never, no you will never see with virgin eyes again
Cos this is the day that everything changes
And your world stops turning, running straight,
Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
You know in time you'll wake to find you're a little unbroken
Hold the answer to the light to see your future
Two line, blue line tragedy
He brings the medal to the fire for the first time, tells you it’s the last time and it will be
Cos inevitably, what we used to be will
Tainted by the hands of curiosity
And you will never, no you will never see with virgin eyes again
Cos this is the day that everything changes
And the world stops turning, running straight,
Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
You know in time you'll wake to find you're a little unbroken
So how can I explain the isolated rain that follows you?
But wouldn’t you agree running always slows you down
So welcome the pain
And stop yourself from delaying it
Cos the real life will never go away
Cos this is the day that everything changes
And the world stops turning, running straight,
Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
You know in time you'll wake to find you're a little unbroken
Oh, you're a little unbroken
Oh, a little unbroken, yeah,
You're, oh, a little unbroken
[Unbroken by Missy Higgins - pretending it is by Emma]
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[Fri 13 Jun @ 10:49am] |
I'm done with the lyrics for the last two tracks Tristan. I left them sitting on your piano. I'm taking the night off, and possibly tomorrow. If you need me, let me know. I've got some things to take care off.
Speaking of which, I think I'm going to head into the country tonight and just get out of the city. Something different wouldn't be so bad right now. After all it has been pretty busy lately.
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[Tue 27 May @ 10:25am] |
I've been trying to find the right words,
But every single thing I say doesn't come out
Here I'm standing, looking over the ledge.
Don't take my heart and break it.
Don't pretend to care.
The words you whispered in the morning
Were the first things that I heard.
The last things that you said.
You ripped my heart out without a second thought.
Don't come back and ask
Damn.
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[Thu 28 Feb @ 9:30am] |
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I think a tour in America sounds nice right now, but running doesn't do anything.
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| May 19th, 2003 |
[Mon 19 Nov @ 11:26am] |
I was thinking about that song. "Ain't no Sunshine" by Bill Withers and I just can't stop thinking about it.
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime
She goes away"
It just makes me think about what about the girl that goes away. Can it really be that easy to walk away? To take that train and leave? And what if she doesn't know where she is going, or even if she will stay. Why are there so many songs about the poor idiot who stays home and does nothing about the girl with the heart and courage to take a step outside and see the world? Does he even really care? Does he care that she might be scared? Or is he too worried about feeling sorry for himself and not doing anything about it! I'm sick of all of the millions of songs about poor Mr. X who isn't even bright enough to sign his own name, but can complain on and on about a girl who has the guts to see the world. I know Bill Withers was really talented, but still, I am frustrated with songs like this. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, do something about it.
I give up.
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| May 13; 2003 |
[Mon 5 Nov @ 4:33pm] |
I just spent the last 16 hours in a recording studio, and my brain is fried. I've got bags under my eyes, and I can't even hear my own voice anymore. Everything comes to me as a whisper. I just wish that I could figure out the words that are trapped inside my soul.
I'm delirious, confused, and just need to lay down and get at least eight hours of sleep. Too bad that doesn't seem to be an option, I've got to get up in six and go to a meeting.
That's an idea... Where did I put my guitar. Tristan did I leave it in the studio?
Okay, bed. I'll make some tea, and get some sleep.
- Emma
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