Yellow Sun

Yellow sun is shining in the afternoon
I'd really like to tell you but I feel it's too soon
My actions are dictated by the phase of the moon
The phase of the moon

The sun it isn't hiding when it sets on you
It's not a coward like me and I know but it's true
Waiting for the darkness now is all I can do
It's all I can do

And if the sun should follow us into your room
Then the courage will be robbed from me to tell you the truth
The setting sun's the only thing that's shining on you
That's shining on you

You're making me hungry
But what's really funny's it's not sunny anymore

And when I finally told you when the sun has gone
You're laughing 'cause I thought I was the only one
And the only thing that's left for me's the rising sun
The rising sun

You're making hungry, you're making me hungry
But what's really funny's it's not sunny anymore

Setting myself up or psyching myself out? Aaaaaaarrrrgggggh. I love confusing myself. Although I am going to stop questioning myself! It's not doing anyone any good really. I am liking the positive atmosphere I've encased myself in. Even though I am mega mega mega busy I am not driving myself into a tunnel of depression about it.

So I'm listening to my friend Eoghan's band C!t!es. Unreal. I love music with no lyrics. French people are mean to Muslims. I have to expand on that really. Off to the library.

Is mise le meas

LOVECATS

We move like cagey tigers

We couldn't get closer than this

The way we walk

The way we talk

The way we stalk

The way we kiss

We slip through the streets

While everyone sleeps

Getting bigger and sleeker

And wider and brighter

We bite and scratch and scream all night

Let's go and

Throw all the songs we know

Into the sea

You and me

All these years and no one heard

I'll show you in spring

It's a treacherous thing

We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully

Wonderfully pretty

Oh you know that I'd do anything for you

We should have each other to tea huh?

We should have each other with cream

Then curl up by the fire

And sleep for awhile

It's the grooviest thing

It's the perfect dream

Hand in hand

Is the only way to land

And always the right way round

Not broken in pieces

Like hated little meeces

How could we miss

Someone as dumb as this

I love you ... let's go

Oh ... solid gone ...

How could we miss someone as dumb

As this?

This is the week of lovely.

Even though tomorry or technically today I have to go into the SoR department and completely assert myself. I got a list of demands. They are not written on the palm of my hand though. Saul Williams anyone? They aren't gonna take me seriously it's going to be hilarious but I'm going to Fix Up Look Sharp. Dizzzeeeeeee anyone?

So yes this week is the week of lovely because I have FINALLY admitted lovely things to myself. lovely lovely lovely. I want to infect everyone with my positivity this week. Also I would like someone to sing along with me when I start singing Love, Sex and Magic and maybe but on the Biffy Clyro accento with me.

I love all of you lovelies

Is mise le meas

A Certain Romance

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The points thats there ain't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there

You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like
We'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Beause their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

And over there there's broken bones
There's only music, so that there's new ringtones
And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here

Don't get me wrong though, there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a coupla cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell em if you like
We'll tell em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

But I said no!
Oh no!
Well you won't get me to go!
Not anywhere, not anywhere.
No, i won't go!

So Homeward bound. Haven't been home in 2 weeks but it feels like months. Can't wait to get back to nice dinners and beautiful beautiful bed. I cannot wait to see my little brother, he has aged since I've seen him last.

Even though Carrick-on-Suir is a hole there is one thing I miss about the place: Everyone says hello. You'd be lucky to get a head nod in these parts. I'm in no means saying Cork people are rude they are just a bit reluctant to say hello to strangers. Or maybe it's just me having to say hello to everyone who makes eye contact with me thats the problem.

I would love fried potatoes right now with a chicken and mushroom vol au vant. With a big pint of Rockshandy followed by some Mississippi Mud Pie. Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom

Last night was college Halloween. As was the night before. Saw some inneresting costumes. Best one though was some guy dressed up as Wall-E. This year there will be no Halloween for Shiv-Shiv I'm babysitting but hey thats money for boozing! Wheeeeeeey.

Is mise le meas

Not even bothered

So hungover it's not even funny.

I came to the bright realisation today that I do infact have some of the best friends in the world. Some bang off them. I also realised sometimes you just have to get rid of the bad. I am sick of people being for want of better words, knobs. Slán go foill to all the mé féiners.

should go to my irish class now. Time to get lost in the ORB. Let the good times roll.


Mise le meas

Next Year

'm in the sky tonight

There I can keep by your side

Watching the wide world riot and hiding out

I'll be coming home next year

Into the sun we climb

Climbing our wings will burn white

Everyone strapped in tight

We'll ride it out

I'll be coming home next year

Come on get on get on

Take it till life runs out

No one can find us now

Living with our heads underground

Into the night we shine

Lighting the way we glide by

Catch me if I get too high

If I come down

I'll be coming home next year

I'm in the sky tonight

There I can keep by your side

Watching the whole world wind around

I totally forgot to blog in a while. Life has been interesting. Back in Cork. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster really. Lots of walking to and from places with earphones that need to be surgically removed from my ears. Lots of thinking. Its only been a few weeks but I already know this year is going to be tough. You can say "Oh but Siobhán you are only doing Arts" to me all you like but I still have alot of work to do! I don't see you driving yourself mad in the library getting your readings done!

Rant over.

Yeah but I wish I had all things lovely. Firm advocate of wishful thinking. If you want something enough and are good to the universe then you will be rewarded in someway.

I was wondering why people over-react all the time. It's so annoying

this blog has been an incoherant mish mash of shite

I apologise

but seriously listen to Next Year

mise le meas

Skinny Love

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

I don't think me and waiting are really a good combination especially when you can't do anything with yourself until you get what you are waiting for.

I've been thinking about this summer as it is ending for me on Tuesday. In fairness even though I did nothing of great importance at all.

June

Spent the first week of June in Cork doing absolutely nothing except dancing, sitting on roofs drinking Corona, cleaning apartment, freakscening, cutting my hair. It really was beautiful. I then moved back home. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I fixed old broken friendships. All the random little moments began.

July

July rolled around. With July came Oxegen. No tent but lots of booze and laughs. Saw amazing bands.

God is an Astronaut- Me and Cliiona basically feck-acting in the tent laughing at the beat guy in front of us.

Jape- Awh wow this band was a total highlight for me. Right up the front. Bopping away. Half the people were only there for floating but shur look.

Lily Allen- what. a. disappointment.

Carolina Liar- show me what I'm looking foooooor

Republic of Loose- Fairly epic. Loved the female singers. The lead singer ugly bastard.

2manydjs- Up the front at the barrier. Absolutely amazing. Had a big pink heart drawn on my face. Wearing a bit of neon. Was totally up for the rave. Remix of Bonkers was totally amazing.

Fred- went with miss flood. we were too hungry so we fecked off for some Pure Pie. Immense

The Saturdays- mime mime mime. although couldn't help but bop my head to Up

Regina Spektor- this woman is the loveliest of all lovelies.

The Blizzards- weren't as shit as I expected them to be

Yeah Yeah Yeahs- wow cried when Karen O started singing Maps with a lovely acoustic geeeeetar. Rain couldn't get me down for that one

Kings of Leon- Was so fecking drunk for this. Ended up having a massive mud fight with Dos. Pissed alot of people off. Was so hilarious

Calvin Harris- this man does not disappoint, made me feel so proud to be Scottish. In the pit. stupid twits in front of us but shur like twas Calvin and his lovely accento

Lady Gaga- awh jesus this woman was just craiced. loved her before loved her even more after

Foals- awh went for Cassius. I got Cassius

Ting Tings-shit

Janes Addiction- I really like em now even though I only knew that Mountain Song from guitar hero

Nine Inch Nails-words can't really describe it. Had some smelly hairy goth laugh at me when I started to cry during hurt. One of those oh my God moments that I will never forget.

so that was coxegen. The rest of July was spent spending time with people. Had bopping times

August

History drove me insane. Fighting drew me insane. Intense sadness drove me insane. Lots of quiet pints were had. Lots of people I hadn't seen in an age were met up with. Old memories broke the flood wall. It hurts. Laughing while sitting on the side of the street. More wine was drank then ever. Awh jesus

September.

First ten days= fairly memorable. Arguments. Drunkeness. 3 pints for a tenner. Flooded Bridges. Sitting in cusacks sneaking a bottle of wine. The randomness of it all. Now this fucking waiting is driving me insane. I just want to go back to Cork and have a fun year. I am praying to God/Buddha/Guru that everything is going to work

So I'm sitting here at 01.45 I have to be up in a few hours to get Arctic Monkey tickets. ALEX TURNER with two of my best friends. It is going to be priceless.

mise le meas

the nicest thing

All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you'd never forget
The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three

Just takes one laugh to make you realise things doesn't it. Felt like being pushed over really. Made me forget everything that's been bothering me. It was bliss really. I need to stop thinking. Wish I wouldn't get my hopes up though