gushing.
I'm feeling much better now, after a good walk in the rain on the way home from uni. Housemates have all gone out and left me home alone, which is good and peaceful. sorry for being a cranky pants Erin before.
ANYWAY what I really wanted to post about is how much I love Neil Finn lyrics all over again. I heard a song from his second Solo album being played in the background of a Home and Away scene tonight (no I don't watch H&A, it was on in the background while I was doing some sewing!)and it made me want to listen to the older solo album, Try Whistling This. So I've dragged it out, and as I remember, it's full of bloody awesome lyrics.
"prison coloured blue, it's a uniform of choice."
"All your best one liners are borrowed from a film."
"If I cant be with you then I'd rather have a different face, if I cant be with you I'd rather be adrift in space, and if the Gods desert us then I'll turn this chapel into flames, and if someone tries to hurt you I will put myself in your place."
ahh, what a way of putting things. He can turn the most ordinary everyday situation into a great song. For instance: "Hand me down my favourite coat, show what your made of, surprise us both. Fly in the night, slow down town, brake too fast and bring us round... and you are magnificent, I can see you with my eyes closed, when you walk into my House, I'll be the last one standing." I reckon this song is about his eldest son, Liam, (who is in the band Betchadupa) and it sounds like it starts as a song about a father/son driving lesson, but then turns into this really heartfelt lyric about how proud he is of his son. so clever.
And ONE MORE THING. Sarah.... I keep meaning to tell you, coz I know it will interest you. In this months Cosmo, there is a competition to write an 800 word erotic short story, and if you win, the prize is $10,000! You should enter! hehehe. My housemates and I had a hilarious erotica writing session last night, it was so funny reading our stories aloud to each other. We'd put on this deep husky voice, and try not to giggle (or blush) when it got to the bits about quivering loins and heaving breasts.
I think we should have a LJ erotica writing game. Who's gonna get the ball rolling? Don't be shy now...