I’m watching you watch over me.
And I’ve got the greatest view from here.
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So, I’m off to Melbourne tomorrow evening for the Digital Parents Conference
No, I’m not a parent. But whatevs. There will be a gorgeous bunch of people attending *hugs* And, any excuse to hit up Melbourne, hey?? :)
Seeya on the flip side!
xx
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Happily received the signed hard copy of The Jan Austen Argument‘s Somewhere Under the Rainbow yesterday. *swoon*
Yes, you need it.
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I got the pre-release download of their upcoming album, Somewhere Under the Rainbow, yesterday. It makes me smile.
For now, listen to the above, or click through for their live music and older EPs
Love.
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Oh my. I’ve had this in my head since I went to Marrickville on Saturday night
Had a little bit to drink
There’s a little thing I want at a do out East
Nothing too emotional, my good miss
I couldn’t be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking ’bout the years – you sound like Louis Burdett
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks roll by
I’m chewing ice and grinning, I’m spewing up and spinning
It’s billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone might see you alone?
Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis Burdett
All my friends are fuck-ups but they’re fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars
how Gemini’s love Wooden Dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by
The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears
They’re all asleep but the morning tastes like wine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
I feel so good I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head – tell me about a dream Louis, something
obscene Louis, your life’s an open magazine Louis
I’m stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but nowhere ’round me
By the time she gets to Marrickville we’ll be masturbating
never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated, ’cause I sound like Louis Burdett
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris don’t like madness, but madness likes him
He’s got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been
It tastes like wine in Tempe.
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You know, and I know better.
(ahh, a fun day. But one that marked a turning point in my life)
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I have a salad, some Riesling. And my feet up.
Such a warm day.
Bring on the weekend!
x
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To each and every one of you :)
For lovin’ me at my worst.
Have a great weekend :)
xx
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