Παρασκευή, 15 Μαΐου 2009

Behind closed doors.

For me it is red or nothing
Hey-ho my lover will go
And this will ruin everything
Hey-ho my lover will go
I´m just too romantic



I think everyone has a eurovision story buried in his memory . I don't quite care for it - the music I like should make you wanna reach for something sharp - but growing up in a place that seems obsessed with it I could never avoid it .



Twelve days and many long days have passed
Since I let go of my heart way too fast
Too many long summer nights
I´ve been checking for errors on the telephone lines



My story is about a blind date actually . I think it was my first date after my huge break up - it was about one year or so from now - maybe more. It was all so diffucult and awkward for me - trying to find bits and pieces to talk about while waiting for the time to dissapear.


In my mind I`m crawling on your floor
Vomiting and defeated
Total absence of grace
Your reluctant voice
saying; you decide your own fate



One of those questions that helped pass the time was - well what he does for a living. The answer I heard was forensics which actually amazed me - I found that to be both rare and interesting . I spent about an hour trying to get more details about it,without being too indiscreet . Well , a bit later he started asking me what I thought about eurovision and the costumes - and at which point I realised that I had misheard forensics when he actually he was a costume designer (endimatologos and eglimatologos do sound a bit alike in greek ) . I went home feeling the most stupid person in this world. So this is my eurovision story. The best part about it I think that it's not a story about my ex ,or about how miserable I am .


And then when you are not in my dreams
and not in my mind
but we are at the same place
at the same time
rubber no longer holds
the borders of my soul

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