[ hell week ]

mood: surly slash nabubwiset slash bangag na slash drained
song of the day: every lil thing he does is magic | shawn colvin?
current rave: wala!

>> will be posting some song lyrics that touches the seemingly breathing biological thing that's apparently inside my left chest. for quite some time i thought it was sleeping in ice. for quite some time i thought it hardly ever beat at all. for quite some time, yes. for quite some time, about a couple of years ago. i had thought i'd wanted to become numb, to become distant from everything that was happening around me. now i don't know. (yuk yuk yuk). i guess not anymore. hehe tama na nga. tama na nga. tama na nga. tama na nga. tama na nga. tama na nga.


Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

-- STING, Every Lil Thing She Does is Magic

You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at that ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold
Turned into that shining band of gold

I'll be wrapped around your finger

Mephistopheles is not your name
But I know what you're up to just the same
I will listen hard to your tuition
And you will see it come to its fruition

I'll be wrapped around your finger

Devil on the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me
I will turn your face to alabaster
When you find your servant is your master

And you'll be wrapped around my finger

-- STING, Wrapped Around Your Finger