Leck mich am Arsch! (Fuck off and die!)
ASSIGNMENT LIST:
- English Poetry Assignment
- Entertainment Inc Creative Assignment
- Music Performance (x2)
- Music Composition (Am I Doing This With Kim, Or Is It A Solo Assignment? I NEED TO READ THE SHEET!)
- Early Childhood Mobile
Hmm. I didn't blog at all over the weekend. Naughty Caitlin. *punches self in face*. I meant to do some homework (seriously), but pretty much all I did was sleep, eat and write a crappy story which ended in me rambling about World War Two. Actually, a lot of things in my life are just me rambling about World War Two... Oh well. XD
Gaah. Poetry assignment. At least it's alright. Just analysing it. I don't mind analysing poetry - it's fun, because you can bullshit and it's hard to get wrong, because it's your interpretation of the work. I wanna do a song by Jeff Buckley, but I'm not sure. Maybe I'll find a nice World War Two poem (see, everything comes back to it), because I do like poetry from that era.
Gaah. Seven more weeks of school. So close, and yet so far away. And it's getting so hot (31 today! *melts*) - and so violent. This adds to my 'prison' idea. All our janitors (suddenly we've had an influx) look like they're out on day release. I mean, they're nice guys, but I miss the janitor who got fired for punching one of the rats. (I think was was punching. Some kind of phyical violence...) He was cool. And he was nice looking. Generally, he was a nice person...
And the c-word is being used a hell of a lot more. I heard it a billion times today. Ok, well maybe not a billion times, but you know what I mean. When Kojo tried to go Darcy outside the English classroom, I think I might've come close to hearing it a billion times then ('Thin' you're a big man, yeh fuckin' x-word?!?!?! I'll bash yeh, yeh C-WORD!'), especially when he started swearing at Mrs. Schubert (Miss Meier, Schoobie, whatever) for trying to tell him to bugger off and protect Darcy a little. But then Pretty-Teacher-Who's-Name-I-Can-Never-Remember came up and was trying to get Kojo to fuck off as well. Fair enough, because Kojo is a prick. Wait - I take that back - I don't wanna get bashed - no, wait again. He probably can't read, so I'll be safe. XD
This is the song I want to do for my poetry assignment. But I'm afraid it would be hard to analyse. I mean, what's it about? Drugs? A dream? I could always do Mojo Pin, because I know that's about a dream (Hahaha.) or Dream Brother, because it's pretty bloody obvious what that's about... But I really like this song. Speaking of which, I want to learn it on guitar, but that's beside the point (linkeh to tabs Seriously, look at them. It's an ace song...). I think I will do it for my assignment. It seems a slightly better prospect than 'Can't Touch This' by MC Hammer...
Ghost calls to visit
With my keys in his pocket
Kisses in my mouth with his
Eyes hanging out of his sockets
My memories crumble
Under still resistance
I was torn out like pages
From the book of existence
I woke up in a strange place
My mind a blur and some blood on my chin
I made a call for a blackened cab
Some destination was moving on in
I remember the words that you told me
How they come down so hard, so plain
Fate is going to find your love in a
Glass of champagne
I lied to my host i told him
I knew how far i could go
When i emptied my guts out
On his brand new stereo
Well he paid me to go upstairs
And spend a night with his friend
I never want to see my face
In the mirror again
I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud that i spilled all my beer
I met a ride in that blackened cab
Some destination was all that he had
Easy now, this car is speeding up
For my last chance, crashing to freedom
Fate is going to find your love in a
Glass of champagne
Sweat pours down
You're in the back seat sleeping
And she waits by the window
On an empty bed, weeping
The ghost guns the motor
To the land that he promised me
I guess this is the time when your
Best intentions become facts again
This is no song for the dislocated
The one you loved but it turned to be hated
Because the lies of the spirit possessed you
Because the eyes of your lover resist you
Listen now, you keep your aim steady
As your temple turns to kiss the pistol
Fate is going to find your love
In a glass of champagne
Fate is going to find your love
In a glass of champagne