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[Mar. 22nd, 2006|04:14 pm] |
Old Molly Metcalfe - Jake Thackray
Old Molly Metcalfe counting sheep
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Up upon Swaledale steep and bleak
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Grow little sheep come hail come snow
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Fine warm wool for a gentleman's shoulderblades
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Over the heather when the weather is cold
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Stiff Molly Metcalfe goes bow-leggedly
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Grow little sheep, come wind come rain
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Fine warm wool for a lady's counterpane,
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
On her back in the bracken with frozen bones
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Daft Molly Metcalfe singing alone
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Grow little sheep, come death come dark
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
No such wool for Old Molly Metcalfe,
Yan tan tether mether pip she said. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2006|10:50 pm] |
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I miss spazzy knees and elbows and the ill-fitting waistband posing of baggy jeans |
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[Feb. 14th, 2006|01:07 am] |
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everything has degrees |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2005|10:00 pm] |
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"Be on the lookout for things that make you laugh. If you see nothing worth laughing at, pretend you see it. Then laugh." |
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[Nov. 30th, 2005|07:21 pm] |
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The smell of rubber hot water bottles reminds me of Christmas |
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[Nov. 5th, 2005|06:48 pm] |
I feel so lonely
I want someone to hold hands with
Miles miles away
I want to go out for a nighttime walk
But I dont have anyone to go for a walk with
I take pictures on my phone and wish I had someone to send them to
See postcards I want to write letters on but nowhere for them to go |
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[Oct. 14th, 2005|01:03 pm] |
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I still want an accordion... |
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[Oct. 11th, 2005|03:00 am] |
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I need to watch 'The Wall' again |
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| Mr Andrews |
[Oct. 9th, 2005|04:02 pm] |
Said a wise man last night-
You live in your mind
Your brain is your home
And life is full of door openers
who let you open and go through many doors
that in turn let you build new rooms in your head
If you take as much as you can from these door opener people
you can live in a mansion all your life
If you don't appreciate and learn from these people
you'll live in a cardboard box instead
(or words to that effect)
Dream your dreams everyday |
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[Oct. 8th, 2005|08:00 am] |
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"leaving bread and butter on the pages for the boy who..." |
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[Oct. 1st, 2005|05:33 pm] |
If I'd made public/friends viewable what I've written on here recently, instead of keeping it private or in my head or on the zillion scraps of paper I carry around in some kind of effort to free it all and make it clear, you'd have all been spammed way too much by me
argh
I don't know who I am/want to be, which way do I take things, what do I say, what do I do about this, that, everything, its too much for me, who do I let influence me, who do I think shouldn't be there anymore, how do I approach everything, how do I not get trapped into the same pattern as before and end up in a mess again
So many questions
So much to be said
I can't keep living life in chopped up messy bits and pieces, with past/present/future all fighting for my attention, at least not different pasts all at once
I'm sorry and I'm guilty and I'm frustrated with regret and
I WISH I WAS THE INFLUENCER NOT THE INFLUENCED
I don't want to get trapped into it all again, just because I don't have the whatever it is to get my way out into what I'd rather have or at least try to have
I still wait for things
If I don't wait, what do I do? |
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[Jul. 10th, 2005|10:45 pm] |
Pantsy photo, I know, but...
This is probably the last night I've got on t'internetty, for now anyway
I'm finally moving to the merry fields of Sheff, my adopted hometown
For a wonderful summer and beyond
Cause for a colonhyphencapitaldee! :-)
I shall indeedy miss reading some of the lovely entries of people on here, and the fabulousness of the internet in general
But I'll catch up when and where I can
Hopefully it won't be for too long, if I can get myself sorted and internetted up
Peace and marmalade (of the Frank Cooper variety) 
x |
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[Jun. 27th, 2005|05:04 am] |
I like thinking of time like this as just hours, don't dedicate certain hours to certain things
And 'days' just blend into each other
As long as a few hours wherever are sleep, the rest are your own to do with what you wish
Just don't waste them
Even though there'll be more to come
It's like it's all new to me yet comfortingly just like before
I'm still not quite used to it
I'm scared worried guilty curious about many a friend
colonhyphenopenbracket |
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[Jun. 26th, 2005|10:09 pm] |
I wish I'd watched all the 'A Picture Of Britain' programmes
I've missed tv
I love Britain and I need to see more of it |
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[Jun. 19th, 2005|12:17 am] |
Some people are real diamonds in the rough
And some people are just not worth it at all
And some are a combination of the two
And I can have real trouble deciding which it's to be
I often get it wrong
I'm scared of losing people but I'm scared of being too trusting or whatever and ending up worse
I know what I need to do and who I want to keep close; who I need and want to care about
There's a possibility people might read this completely wrong
Frankly I don't care
I don't want to have to be scared or worried about things that just shouldn't bother me |
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[Jun. 16th, 2005|02:00 pm] |
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Tearing my hair out doesn't tear the words out |
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[Jun. 5th, 2005|03:38 am] |
Hey Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
And there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
In a jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you |
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[May. 29th, 2005|05:22 pm] |
I think I love Vincent Vincent And The Villains
I want them to play an impromptu gig in my garden NOW
Two posts in one day..wow
I really am going outside now to sit in the sun with a cold beverage and some bits of paper
EDIT: No I'm not, because watching Last Of the Summer Wine is obviously much more fun |
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[May. 29th, 2005|02:27 pm] |
Oh dear, I had such big plans and ideas for today after last night and the night before
And now I'm still here in my pyjamas because there's no-one else home
My tea has gone cold
I've eaten crunch creams and banana sandwiches for breakfast/lunch
And there is a toffee waiting for me in my room as soon as I move away from here and go drink my cold-but-still-nice tea
I've spent too long looking for things that I didn't really end up finding on here
I got quite sidetracked by http://www.barefooters.org
I'm off to plot |
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[May. 9th, 2005|07:29 pm] |
I love bargain antique car boot etcetera programs, there’s always something worth watching them for
In two years, with the use of a pegknife and some wood and other bits and pieces, I could potentially make myself a romany gypsy caravan
I *will* get to that museum one day
I recognised the music they had in the background to that bit of the show and am playing it now
"Where are you heading?"
"To the end of the road, wherever that is, wherever it takes me"
:)
I just need- a horse, someone to steer the horse, a horse-and-cart-type-thing to live in, a bit of carpet to stick on the ceiling (and the floor for that matter), some countryside and a long road... |
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