Thursday, July 24, 2008

twisted...eh?

Am getting a tad twisted. And moronic. Not unlike them politicians in the news. All the salary credited on the 22nd was but all gone. Forgot about all them bills I had future paid with me maybank2u. Duh! Definitely not a very clever move that. Yes, them bills are paid. But how the hell am I gonna survive until the next payday? And the world’s largest chain of specialty ice-cream stores has opened its third signature dessert cafĂ© in Johor Bahru.

Fortunately there's Tanita. And maybe Martika tomorrow. Sigh...



Twist In My Sobriety
Artist: Tanita Tikaram
Album: Ancient Heart (1988)


All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
Now your conscience is clear

In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
I'll never hear you
And never do what you say

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

We've just poked a little empty pie
For the fun that people had at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free

I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

Cup of tea, takes time to think, yeah
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light

Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

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