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Thursday, November 26, 2009 
song of the day.....


shall we sleep under the sky
with all the stars?
feel the vastness in the darkness
all alone

glue our eyes up above
we could fall in love
we could fall in love
we could fall in love

lets wish for a star to fall on us
wish for a star to fall
lets wish for a star to fall on us
wish for a star to fall







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Wednesday, November 25, 2009 
its a new song, inspired by Swn festival....and swimming so far out in the sea when i was about 13 in the south of france in giant waves for hours

we are ocean waves
in the big deep blue
we are ocean waves and
i'll wave to you, on the shore
and i'm sure that you're
waving back to me
in the sea, i can see
we are ocean waves
in the big deep blue
we are ocean waves
and i'm waving back to you
i'm waving back to you
i'm waving back to you
we are ocean waves
in the big deep blue
in the big deep blue...

goes on abit, its pretty droney
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Sunday, November 08, 2009 
(this is a poem)

My Bicycle

you came to my house
with your bashed up bike
it took four people 
to carry it inside
you said you didnt wanna trash it
when a car crashed into it
so you made a bike sculpture
and you painted it red
and you gave it to your friend
who could keep it instead

now its a central feature
of the Easton art's trail
yeah its a bashed up bicycle
but sure its art
because you loved it when you made it
and i loved it cos you saved it
and someone said that's art brut
and so we said...
 
its a bike that got bashed 
that she didnt wanna trash
and she painted it red
and she gave it to her friend
who could keep it instead

and you love art
and i love art
and you love bikes 
and i love bikes
and we love cycling round 
all the art trails in bristol 
going inside people's houses
and a central feature
of the Easton art trail
is a bashed up bike
thats been pained red
and someone said its art brut
but we know
its a bashed up, crashed up bicycle
thats been painted red 
that was given to a friend
to hang on the wall instead.


nb Totterdown art's trail 20-22nd nov




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Sunday, November 08, 2009 
new song...


Animal Lovers

i love you so much 
i dont wanna touch you
i love you so much
i dont wanna touch you
and the twinkle in your eye
tells me that you are not mine
and im happy as can be
when i see you playing free
when i see you playing free
playing free, playing free
when i see you playing free

we are animal lovers
you and me, you and me
we are animal lovers
you and me, you and me

i love you so much
everything about you touches me
i love you so much
everything touches me
and the twinkle in your eye
tells me that you are mine
and im happy as can be
cos i know that love is free
love is free,  love is free
cos i know that love is free

we are animal lovers
you and me, you and me
we are animal lovers
you and me, you and me
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Saturday, November 07, 2009 
im really looking forward to playing Yellow Eyes for the first time live tonight, so to celebrate here is part 1 of a story.

PART 1: Something inside died

i sighed then took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the salon. the chemical air waved over my face and began to sting my eyes like daggers instantly.  i made my way to the appointment desk and stood waiting to get eye contact with the black clad employees that were rushing to and fro in front of me on the other side, reaching over each other to grab things; one ringing telephone, another ringing telephone, another ringing telephone, fucking ringing, the appointment book, coats, cardigans, handbags, silky gowns, fresh folded towels, hair products off high glass shelves, busy little ants scurrying over one another to do work work work work work. 
as i stood unnoticed and invisible i felt a growing embarrassment: firstly that i hadn't washed my hair in 7 days (this was sort of intentional so it would be super porous, but still pretty gross) and secondly that i hadn't actually brushed my hair since i couldn't remember, just tied it up all tangled, bed messy and greasy. 

suddenly i was reminded of my last visit to the dentist when i'd rushed my sandwich on the way in lunchtime and forgotten to bring my toothbrush. i had apologized to the dentist and she still made a point of saying it was common courtesy to brush before an appointment. common courtesy to brush before an appointment. its common courtesy. she kept repeating it. had i not already completely over brushed them for about half an hour in the morning...at least 3 times on the electric timed setting...until my gums were raw! fine i thought, power-freak. i hadn't even sat on the fucking couch and i felt edgy. 

on waking i'd felt compelled to put on a black t-shirt and some old black bootleg trousers from the back of the wardrobe (and shoes! not cons) before i left the house. i knew if i wore the usual jeans and scrappy check shirt with everyone else looking like they were dressed to stand on a podium in a nightclub at any moment, i'd have gok running after me trying to throw away my wardrobe. or hang it up across cabot circus.

finally, one of the ants ticked off my name in the book and removed my outdoor clothing, taking them off to some back room out of sight. why did my coat have to be round the back? was someone going through the pockets? dirty tissues all yours...next was the uncomfortable few moments of a complete stranger dressing you; arms stretched out like zombie, awkward movements, not quite knowing which way round the garment was meant to go, if i was supposed to help or just stand there like a mannequin. four years old once again with the reception teacher putting the red plastic backwards painting apron on, sticking it behind your neck getting the velcro stuck in your hair. pulling and tugging at you. jesus let me go home you masochist teacher. i was motioned to sit and handed a pile of out of date celebrity magazines. all featuring jordan. i wondered if she'd still be on them in 30 years time, still slagging off her brainless hunk lovers. barbara cartland caked in makeup, tripleGGG exploding wonderbra, effing and blinding captions. hmmm.

she started tugging knots out of my hair with a micro comb. horse grooming the wild beast. then whipped up the bleach like 12 eggs in a bowl. was she talking to me about eggs? i remembered trying to mix up some dried egg replacer from a packet. it was like spacefood. synthetic creamy yellow gloop. the only solution to an eggfree yorkshire pudding. i gagged with the stench of the bleach. i retched the chemical air back up with the thought of the egg gloop.   

then i stared into the mirror. i stared at reflections of other mirrors in the mirror. my eyes travelled backwards and forwards from mirror to mirror to see how long the reflected journey was inside my mirror. it was a fair distance away. the further in i stared the smaller the ants became, the more invisible i was. there was a moment of calm when the salon radio blare was suddenly blocked out. radio on, no thanks, radio off. i got the AM, got the car got the AM, got the AM sound, got the rockin' modern neon sound, i got the world, i got the turnpike, i got the power of the AM...... i was roadrunning inside the mirror when POWWWWWWWW..... BLACKNESS, death shiver inside me, waving up and down through every internal passageway. throbbing in my head, pounding uncontrollably, black darkness, white emptiness, kundalini erruption the taj mahal falling apart.  something inside died. 
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009 
when i went to wimbledon last week i saw some graffiti on a wall opposite the common. it said, "READ ANIMAL FARM".  in bristol you queue up for 3 hours to see graffiti. 
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Sunday, October 11, 2009 
In the midnight blue sky
We walk in the sea
In the midnight blue sky
We walk through the trees
Many times ive wondered
If you wonder about me
When i think of you
Do you think of me
When i dream of you
Dream of me
In the midnight blue sky
The moon leads the way
In the midnight blue sky
Takes us far faraway
We wonder through the trees
And we dream in the sea
In the midnight blue sky
Far faraway you+me
In the idnight blue sky
The moon leads the way.


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Saturday, October 10, 2009 
3/10/09  The Cube presents;

AZALIA SNAIL
TS BROOKS
ANNETTE BERLIN
THE SEA


SET LIST 

something happened

eri asai

fireflies

hey!

[cover song]  

rockpools

folded wings

the dark

 
   thankyous-

big thanks tom for making the sound quality! :)
thanks matt for helping to organise the event
thanks to my sisters (+caroline) for coming down+staying in a youth hostel
thanks to my brothers for staying in the auditorium and actually listening to the whole set! 
thanks to all bristol folks for turning up and paying loads to see us!
thanks to azalia, sean and annette for their lovely music :)
thanks to the cube volunteers
and thanks to all the dancing milkyway DJs

we had a great time, Namaste! 
houdie xx  







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Wednesday, September 30, 2009 
[its a nice autumn song]


there's red leaves outside the window
time to close the doors
warm the salad up
and warm ourselves right up there too
yellow leaves outside the window
lock the bikes but not the doors
when you come round next dont knock 
just come right in 
come right in

as the stars watch by moonlight
there's a seastorm in the sky
all the clouds wonder if i
am ever gonna warm the salad up
there's a seastorm in your eyes
torrent of darkness and surprise
when you come round next dont knock 
just come right in 
come on in


[chorus]
we'll put our shoes back on
check the BBC weather report
put our shoes back on
and drive nearer to the sun
nearer , nearer to the sun



there's always only one verse these day 
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Friday, September 25, 2009 
maybe i should try and explain this song. its about the fate of many cats. expensive cats thats are pretty; siamese cats, burmese cats or whatever. its about their luck running out really. i imagine them on their last life being imprisoned inside like so many are. with owners refusing to let them roam free. i saw this image on the internet of a bay window cat cage that fits on the outside of a window. its there so the cat can actually sit in it, suspended outside. gasping for air no doubt. completely inhumane. my song is about all this. the siamese cat is sitting on the window sill staring at a picture on the wall by rousseau, fantasising about being in a jungle. and there are some cat proverbs thrown in too- nasty things that happen to people who are mean to cats... though actually im sure the last thing a cat would want to do is run up the christmas steps, but who knows? i dont believe in keeping cats at all. i have 2 cats that like visiting me at home. one likes sitting on my car bonnet and the other rolls around alot in the mud by my vegetable patch outside my window. i think he thinks he's a pig.

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yellow eyes

you’ve got yellow eyes
spinning in the clear blue sky
what happened to my siamese cat
when he lost his 9th life?

whats outside? whats outside?
dont you realise, in my eyes
everything is mine, everything is mine
cant you see
it all belongs to me...

ba ba ba ba ba...
ba ba ba ba ba...

stuck inside a vertical zoo
don’t know what to think
don’t know what to do
anyhow its friday
and you’re going to the cememtry
in the rain

im rousseau’s tiger in the rain
im rousseau’s tiger in a picture frame

i want to run up the christmas steps
i wanna lie in the grass and stare at the sun
i wanna chase heart shaped clouds
and blow dandelion flowers

ba ba ba ba ba...
ba ba ba ba ba...

whats outside? whats outside?
dont you realise, in my eyes
everything is mine, everything is mine
cant you see
it all belongs to me...

ba ba ba ba ba...
ba ba ba ba ba...

little buddha on the window sill
sitting very calm and very still
cant you learn a new dance with me
prance with me through metropolis crowds

you’ve got yellow eyes
spinning in the clear blue sky
what happened to my siamese cat
when he lost his 9th life?

ba ba ba ba ba...
ba ba ba ba ba...
Currently listening:
Teaser and the Firecat
By Cat Stevens
Release date: 23 May, 2000
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Wednesday, September 09, 2009 
no work=might aswell make up a song

Our Favourite Trees


if you walk up to 
blatchington park
you'll hear the trees 
that speak to me 
every day

and on trooper's hill 
you'll feel the clouds
that rain on us
because we're proud
of the city view

wouldnt you rather be
sitting with me
in the front of my car
and a map on your knee
as we mark with a crosssss

all our favourite trees



[its not finished its a start]



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Friday, September 04, 2009 
untitled
 

every rare once in a while
a star shines through a break in the clouds
crystal blue

make a quiet wish
there's nothing quite as beautiful as this

sent from the darkness
of ancient times
sent from the light
of future times
our hearts and our minds 
meet
in the deep sea
as we read the diaries of paul klee,

"there was a peach melba sunset
with crimson scorcher alizarin streaks
dove white clouds
merged with brilliant white clouds
all threatened by an expanding velvet
ivory black storm.

make a quiet wish
there's nothing quite as beautiful as this

Why do men race on 
like storm driven waves?
who blows on them, what wind?

the wind of their desires blows on them
the wind of their desires 
blows on them

i am a sailor afloat on them
my ship is strong
shall carry me to the goal
shining hope
rows me to the most beautiful island."

every rare once in a while
a star shines over a mountain called loneliness
crystal blue...

[unfinished]





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Thursday, September 03, 2009 
maps

in and out of car filled back streets
with meters ticking away
didnt know where we were
so we just wondered about all day

my feet were hurting
and my bags were too heavy
but you said it was all ok
its maps that make you more lost
maps that make you more lost

oh oh arh arh arh oh oh ohhh ohh
the traffic of our hearts
will help us feel the way
if you listen to a heartbeat
its got something to say

like dean morriarty on the road
1 step, 2 heartbeats
a stolen kiss
and 2 long years of missing you

my feet were hurting
and my bags were too heavy
but you said it was all ok
its maps that make you more lost
maps that make you more lost
its maps that make us more lost
maps that make us more lost


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Tuesday, August 25, 2009 

i close my eyes
and pretend that i am Eri Asai,
Eri Asai, Eri Asai

ive been asleep
on my own for 2 months,
2 months, 2 months

it doesnt matter
what i say, you are a million miles away,
a million miles away, million miles away

bring your hands
to your face, check for the touch of flesh, 
touch of flesh, the touch of flesh

beyond the fringes
heaven knows
so long and deep
the ocean floor
tonight i'm free
tonight i'll sleep

i'll sleep, i'll sleep, i'll sleep,
i'll sleep, i'll sleep, i'll sleep,
i'll sleep, i'll sleep, i'll sleep,
i'll sleep, i'll sleep, i'll sleep
i'll sleep, i'll sleep...  
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Monday, August 24, 2009 
move the clouds

a hawk in the wind
flies pretty high
looks for a home in the city flats
and we're looking for a pretty
home in the city
at the top of the windy flats

[chorus]
if we move the clouds
a little bit
we can see what we
want to find
and we can find what we
want to see
if we move the clouds apart
if we move the clouds apart
arh arh arh arh

a dog in the field
runs pretty fast
looks for a bone in the city park
and we're looking for a pretty 
park in the city
cos we've no garden in front of our home

[chorus]
if we move the clouds
a little bit
we can see what we
want to find
and we can find what we
want to see
if we move the clouds apart
if we move the clouds apart
arh arh arh arh

a fish in the river
swims pretty fast
looks for a school in the icy weir
and we're looking for a pretty
school in the water
cos swimming is all that we need

[chorus]
if we move the clouds
a little bit
we can see what we
want to find
and we can find what we
want to see
if we move the clouds apart
if we move the clouds apart
arh arh arh arh

7:10 PM 
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