Sing Me to Sleep, Sing Me to Sleep I'm Tired and I want to Go to Bed.....

So, I'm a working girl now.. 

(I found the picture.. it made me smile)

Alors I am very very very tired... Getting up at 6am is not that fun but it has let me see the morning within a funny new scape of daytimeness. 

Daytimeness is a new experience for me. Well, not entirely new but it is different to my previous slumming. As long as I don't turn into a Ricky Gervais sitcom fodder wet dream (no NO dancing in the aisles between the computers to whatever ridiculous song that Ricky "um.. yeah.. I'm funny.. yeah twat" Gervais is actually pretending to be dancing to. 

As of the signed agreement I'm not allowed to mention ANYTHING about my work.. but I DO HAVE A HEADSET

That is all. 

Well tis not all but tis all I shall say for now.. I do have exciting other things and stuff.. none of this would give away any information of any sort. Vaguely incongruous. 

So as tiredness sinks in and I flounder on the sofa in various states of undress watching the Commitments and mentally forming a band in my head.. I shall write something exciting. I was thinking today of books and films and music that would enliven any dead old working environment (and for the record my working environment doesn't seem that dead.. here's hoping anyway)

So... I attempted to read Tristan Tzara's "Seven Dada Manifestoes and Lampisteries" in the staff room which I didn't get round to reading much but it was beautiful and vaguely nihilistic in a surreal and backward way. 

"It seems that this exists: more logical, very logical, too logical, less logical, not very logical, really logical, fairly logical. 

Well then, draw the inferences. 

"I have."

Now think of the person you love most. 

"Have you?"

Tell me the number and I'll tell you the lottery.  "

Maybe having finished a Philosophy degree you no longer become a philosopher, maybe an Aphilosopher or perhaps like Monsieur A A the Antiphilosopher. I'm not against philosophy per ce but maybe you have to be a bit to fully understand it. Does that sound contradictory I don't know I think the Dada and work systems are getting to my poor frazzled brain. 

This may be a rather muddled blog.. but tis a blog nonetheless and it may also not be very long and full of pretty pictures and videos instead.. 

So I've looked at a book or two and I was wondering what songs might liven the mood up.. So I've been listening to Billy Idol's "White Wedding", and finding Billy slightly too sexy for a weird peroxide haired, leather wearing gimp It might have something to do with Spike. But still.. I'm finding strange things amusing nay arousing at the moment haha..I've also had Video Killed the Radiostar stuck in my head for about 3days... and if you ever need a song to liven up the deadliest of shops (ie. Home Bargains-  ok I lie I love it in there.. Wasabi peas and cheap canvases.. ) made even more exciting by a big blast of Vive Le Rock.. (watch out Rock is going STAARWAAARS)

But I've just realised that having somehow bought the commitments ages ago on an Amazon binge and not having watching it that I've missed out on a rather excellently sountracked film.. and some rather excellent lines.. "Irish are the blacks of Europe" not a bit politcaly incorrect then.. "Bigger than the Rolling Stones?" "Rolling Stones Terry? Who the fuck are they?"

I do often talk to Terry Wogan in the bath... fun bath times with Terry..

The lord blows my trumpet.. 

I'm loving the soul... If you've never been to a Heebies night go and enjoy.. where else can you twist in the world? Where else can you twist better than in a dungeony cavern style club in the moist and dank dampness dancing with the crazies. 

Beatles related shenanigans are still going on in town.. mostly related to the Box set and the Rock Band release ( Which I really really really want.. not that I've ever played Rock Band before.. but I also want the box set.. please if anybody wants to give me £179.... please...)

On a related note I watched Help! the other day .. it was incredible.. I love it.. this is the trailer it's tres amusing.. 

Kalihayaaaaaaa.. Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to have a film revolving around trying to cut Ringo's hands off? Trying to paint him read? Trying to sacrifice him? Letting John have sarcastic little quips? Letting Paul shrink? Making racial sterotypes? Letting the Beatles sing on a ski slope and in various random locations? Who thought of them? a FUCKING GENIUS THAT'S WHO..






I absolutely adored it.. it was the most incredibly funny and heartwarming and sarcastic and even utterly ridiculous film I've ever seen and I adored every second. It not only reminds you how amazing and bloody gorgeous a band they were (I seriously fancy every single one of them ...Though John and George..sigh.. ) but how awful some bands are now.. and makes you wonder if anybody could do any better (and insert predictable anti Oasis quip about how they've tried but failed miserably cos they're fucking awful... ) it all ends in sacrificial madness on a beach how can anything go wrong.. 

I'm going to start a band.. I don't know how or what about but I reckon my lack of talent is wasted on work..sigh.. it's wasted on the world.. and the lack of talent in a world full of shitty talented people and talent shows showing their talent and making dicks out of themselves should stand me in good stead to be spat upon, wrestled to the ground by corporate musicness and sit on the face of the world's shit music.... I have rhythm.. just maybe not any kind of musical mind.. apparently I can't sing (along to Beirut anyway) but fuck that.. 

I'm trying to knit.. occassionally.. but apparently I'm not allowed to wear woolen scarves in work.. which seems odd.. and bit silly especially when it gets cold. 

So my creative output in the last few days has I'm afraid stretched to Dada and packed lunches.. and daydreaming about rude things in the office.. rude things indeed.. 

So in a minute.. I'm going to go to sleep.. and listen to Asleep the namesake for my blog today.... A sad and lovely song by the Smiths (you probably knew that already) and cry a little and sigh a little bit more.. and mourn the death of yet another fish.. woeful.. 

but the lyrics are all too true for a way I'm feeling at the moment.. a certain melancholy that only happens when the sun starts to go down later and Autumn sets in..  o well.. Morrissey you old grump you have made me a cynic before my time and I can never thank you enough. 

So I have been mainly: Starting my sentences with:So

Knitting... my scarf.. at intervals... 

eating.. some rather delicious butcher (not Iceland but proper butcher with included Butcher conversation which somehow made it more exciting) and roast sweet potato roasted with locally grown garlic.. 

sigh

I've mostly been listening to: Beirut.. dreaming of a wistful holiday walking in some Eastern European hills with nothing but a lonely tree, Beirut playing in the distance, as a village slowly goes about it's business with lights burning the darkened sky underneath a cascade of pretty twinkling stars bellowing their light across the distance of a confused lonely sheep. 

This video is utterly my favourite video on youtube.. of all the videos in the world.. it is my favourite (Beirut) song and I can't listen to it without wanting to do something utterly melancholic or Romantic... this is what love and fear sounds like when they've woken up together after a very long car ride in the rain... Zach Condon wanders around the streets of Paris (my favourite place)singing my favourite song acoustically with nothing but the gorgeous lyrics and the street for company and some bemused restaurant goers.. This doesn't include the excellent use of the quotation from La Bete Humaine... 

"Oh non je t'en prie, nous ne sommes pas chez nous.

-Oh je t'assures que ce n'est pas grave.
-Non laisse moi !
-Qu'est-ce que tu as aujourd'hui ?
-Je sais que les hommes me degoutent. Vous ne pensez qu'c ca" (nope men they disgust me too they're always thinking of THAT..) 

I read somewhere that a person thought this was what it was like when you go to meet a lover after not seeing them for hours, days, years.... The worry and fear that something will have changed.. It's been a long time, long time now.. since I've seen you smile... most beautiful song. 

I'm feeling somewhat volatile and crackly.. a bit confused and tired.. a bit sleepy and sad.. and happy and cold. 

A sight for sore eyes tired of contradictions. 

The Working world, does it suit us? Who knows... but a bit of love and a bit of a cuddle can make anything better... and a sleep.. oh and Adam Ant...and Keats..... it smells like this poem outside... 

 

SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,	5
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;	10
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;	15
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;	20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day	25
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;	30
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. I could talk about it for days but instead I'll just go to sleep and dream about it

NIght night.. xx