there's a still in the street.

There’s a still in the street outside your window
You’re keepin’ secrets on your pillow
Let me inside, no cause for alarm
I promise tonight not to do no harm
I promise you baby,I won't be no harm

And we're caught up in the crossfire
A heaven and hell
And were searching for shelter
Lay your body down...

Watching your dress as you turn down the light
I forget all about the storm outside
Dark clouds roll their way over town
Heartache and pain came pouring down like
Chaos in the rain
They're handing it out ..


And we're caught up in the crossfire
Heaven and hell
And were searching for shelter
Lay your body down...

Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came
His fire he airs all through their beating vein.
And when the hardest part is over we'll be here
And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears
Boundaries of our fears

Lay your body down

Next to mine....


cross fire- brandon flowers.

what is this feeling..

What a waste of time. When you are feeling like your heart just head budded the floor and you are keeping your chest together to not fall apart. Yes, I am saying what a waste of fucking time. Emphasizing the ‘you ‘in insignificant.this might be mistaken for "in love" "love" or pure muffin bliss. BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE...


How interesting is it that the moment you become cynical things become easier.” Oh why don’t you go for a walk with me”, the man said. When you crossed the bridge he threw you over and sat down to drink expensive whiskey.


So this is my question I am going to pose to your lovely faces: “to go cold turkey or gradually wean one off of this filthy love struck shit? Well I have tried the slow method and it did not work for this double crusted pizza. So now I have deleted and said good night. I ended the burning stick with a pot of cold ice deliciousness. like a really bad Afrikaans music video.


You see it‘s like a game.(apparently) for those of you who did not know this, welcome.

No, maybe this time you won’t be lucky Liza, has it worked for you in the past? Audit the pass word to your heart or change the locks. Do whatever, but keep it to a drinking buddy and the game face on.

So the next time you are fooling around wear a condom because the boy you may produce might just be one of the douchbagg whiskey drinkers.




"
WHAT IS THIS FEELING
SO SUDDEN AND NEW?


I FELT THE MOMENT
I LAID EYES ON YOU ...


MY PULSE IS RUSHING ...


MY HEAD IS REELING ...


MY FACE IS FLUSHING ...


WHAT IS THIS FEELING?
FERVID AS A FLAME
DOES IT HAVE A NAME?
YES!:
LOATHING
UNADULTERATED LOATHING ...

FOR YOUR FACE...


YOUR VOICE ...


YOUR CLOTHING ...

LET'S JUST SAY -- I LOATHE IT ALL!
EV'RY LITTLE TRAIT, HOWEVER SMALL
MAKES MY VERY FLESH BEGIN TO CRAWL
WITH SIMPLE UTTER LOATHING
THERE'S A STRANGE EXHILARATION
IN SUCH TOTAL DETESTATION
IT'S SO PURE! SO STRONG!
THOUGH I DO ADMIT IT CAME ON FAST
STILL I DO BELIEVE THAT IT CAN LAST
AND I WILL BE LOATHING

LOATHING YOU

MY WHOLE LIFE LONG!

THOUGH I DO ADMIT IT CAME ON FAST
STILL I DO BELIEVE THAT IT CAN LAST ALL
AND I WILL BE LOATHING
FOR FOREVER LOATHING
TRULY, DEEPLY LOATHING YOU LOATHING YOU
FOR MY WHOLE LIFE LONG!

UNADULTERATED LOATHING"

wicked the musical- what is this feeling.

you live..

this week was one of those where you get kicked in your throat and the it is expected of you to stop crying and get up. wussy. (insert swear word here)shurrup and let me see your jazz hands bitch.
but just like any lesson learned you go by it day by day. and you realize that you should stop sweating the small stuff and love every moment of being alive. sure, it 's a tough job sometimes “It's always darkest before it
turns absolutely pitch black.”
this is from me to you. your last mistake will be your greatest lesson. flaffie ons doen dit nie nou weer nie, hoor jy vir my. n man is n bok en n bok is n bliksem.

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I recommend getting your
heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living
room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good
(swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose
you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

I recommend
biting off more than you can chew to anyone
I certainly, certainly,
certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at anytime
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold
it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears


Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down
(you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up
around the bend


You grieve you learn
You choke
you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you
learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn

"alanis morisette- you learn"

happy birthday my baby.

mister hat and coffee..

it 's strange how some people will stay with you for the rest of your life-the impression they made was inevitably there to either haunt you, leave you scratching your brain or smiling.


last night as i was lying in bed i thought of one such a person that i had the non privilege of meeting in my life. Satan had to come form somewhere and this lady might just be his mother. with her anorexic , sarcastic coffee diet she was one of the most miserable people i have ever met. there are so many things that i could have said to this woman- except when i swore at her on stage. you just learn how to switch yourself off. something i could never do but remarkably taught myself

.Satan's mother came and went.

then there was mister hat. somewhere along the way mister hat fell in the Jordan and drowned himself in a can fruit bottle.the cracks were there .it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth- bitter sweet?would my life have been better without mister hat?

then you meet someone briefly and never forget them.

there are people that i could not imagine not meeting. sensitive boy. klipkerskind.bikeboy.they all have their own paths and lives now. married or soon to be,in a different time zone or just working damn hard...and when you think back many of these moments and situations made you who you are today.or not. your choice.

meet someone today with an open mind. love them or leave them. but acknowledge them first. mag jy net die mooi onthou.

vyftig randtjies vir jou

starting a new job is absolutely terrifying. especially when you are starting on the radio. i have never ever done a radio show, although i can talk circles around you while you stand and stare vacantly praying that Jesus must save you..i walked into an amazing team, that helped me with every button ,every google and phone call. i have fallen in love with Afrikaans music all over again and made real grown up friends. without all of them alas the lord giveth..although getting up every morning at 5 is a little bit of a drag, it is getting easier. ja sure. remember your blue jeans and David bowie..reading the weather and talking about carpet burns on international radio is fast becoming too easy.

"nee, pappa ,nee" will never have the same meaning to me ever again. and writing my own dictionary is fast becoming a potent reality.it is a pleasure .

vat jou vyftig randtjies en gaan koop vir jou ietsie moois.

you live to crutch another day.

so i have not been here for a while .


i went running on a ordinary Monday afternoon and fell over my own two feet down a nicely tarred road . downhill. and tore my ankle ligaments. just a regular Nash thing to do to get my injury in for the year.it could have been much worse. if you know me you wont even notice the crutches, unless your a guy and it affects you, but he played his role well picked up and said time to go, it doesn't rain but it pours. this is my fifth time on crutches so i am basically like a circus pony on them. I'm over the cursing of the universe and all that, i just silently fall into this sticky mess of sadness. but at a certain point i get so irritated with either the crutches, the plate i just dropped or myself. so its also understandable that everyone watches me with forks and lashings ready.

but today i was brave and outstanding in my choices. i decided to throw the crutches and dance. now remember i tore these bubblegum delights two weeks ago and that is about as much sitting on my ass time as i can handle. but i never refuse to believe. be save and loose your chance. push a little and a new story begins with your courage. i got out of bed this morning with my blue little friend and i danced my heart out for 4 hours. and if your a Doctor or a physio you should have not even started reading this- because i am not normal, my feet will never take me on normal journeys, my mouth will always speak the truth,my knees will always have healing scabs and my legs tell the stories of where i will never go again.


I may sometimes be weaving thin to the core and throw myself face first into these cluster fucks. but I'm not a Budweiser and bowling kind of in the -middle -of- nothing -girl,if you take the time to get to know what I'm all about and how many roads i will follow you down,the story and weight of your timeless efforts will be your reward.

and i will be damned if I'm too afraid of breaking along the way.

so yes, i am in absolute agony , but with a ear to ear smile. me and my blue companion are shouting at each other, but eventually the painkillers will drown it out. and i will still be smiling.
and maybe later i 'll challenge you to a dance off on die Heuwels Fantasties. you ain't seen the crutching dubstep hidden ankle yet.