Thinking Out Loud, except with less thinking, so just ... Out Loud.
That was you up on the mountain
All alone and all surrounded
Walking on the ground you're breaking
Laughing at the life you're wasting
Sometimes I question the system my body uses to choose which brain cells get axed on nights out. I think I lost some good ones last night since this morning I can't for the life of me remember what's important.
Foolish self induced memory loss and it's subsequent disasters prove my downfall this morning and it's frustrating beyond measure.
Lacking eloquence in even simple emails and typing here with sentences following the trends of the thoughts they dictate and ending disjointed and with no point made.
But yes, back to the point in hand, that which is important ... short musical interlude ... It would be easy enough to tell yourself that things like TV don't do you much harm, unless you consider what else there is to do with time and then it seems a far more sinister thing. As harmless as fun seems and as important as it is to laugh, I often find that it's pursuit distracts from ... I'm struggling to find a good way to say this (remember what I said about brain and mush). Ok, in latin - or in a number of languages I would imagine - there are different endings to the object and subject of the setnence depending on whether they are active or passive. A lot of the time, when watching TV for instance, people have passive endings. When sitting considering bigger issues, people have an active ending. That's pretty much what I was trying to say in a horrifically hungover and terribly disjointed manner.
Gigs are a terror for forcing people into the passive and I'm still wondering whether they are good ideas at all. Hmm, I know where the flaws lie and how it would be fixed (but never will be) - alas, these things are for two people to discuss in Wetherspoons on a rainy day, not on a platform like this, because I wouldn't want you to be a passive in a one way discussion.
Right that's my head sorted, now for a cup of tea and a biscuit.
xxxx
All alone and all surrounded
Walking on the ground you're breaking
Laughing at the life you're wasting
Sometimes I question the system my body uses to choose which brain cells get axed on nights out. I think I lost some good ones last night since this morning I can't for the life of me remember what's important.
Foolish self induced memory loss and it's subsequent disasters prove my downfall this morning and it's frustrating beyond measure.
Lacking eloquence in even simple emails and typing here with sentences following the trends of the thoughts they dictate and ending disjointed and with no point made.
But yes, back to the point in hand, that which is important ... short musical interlude ... It would be easy enough to tell yourself that things like TV don't do you much harm, unless you consider what else there is to do with time and then it seems a far more sinister thing. As harmless as fun seems and as important as it is to laugh, I often find that it's pursuit distracts from ... I'm struggling to find a good way to say this (remember what I said about brain and mush). Ok, in latin - or in a number of languages I would imagine - there are different endings to the object and subject of the setnence depending on whether they are active or passive. A lot of the time, when watching TV for instance, people have passive endings. When sitting considering bigger issues, people have an active ending. That's pretty much what I was trying to say in a horrifically hungover and terribly disjointed manner.
Gigs are a terror for forcing people into the passive and I'm still wondering whether they are good ideas at all. Hmm, I know where the flaws lie and how it would be fixed (but never will be) - alas, these things are for two people to discuss in Wetherspoons on a rainy day, not on a platform like this, because I wouldn't want you to be a passive in a one way discussion.
Right that's my head sorted, now for a cup of tea and a biscuit.
xxxx