i used to think i was some kind of gypsy boy.

[jacktellslies]

i've just fallen in love with leonard cohen once again or for the first time, and i have a cup of lady grey. i'd had more than enough time to begin excusing my behavior by explaining that i am, alas, a fishmonger, but these things come back very quickly. i am once more, misery, woe, famine, death, an english major, and as such, have no choice but to spend the remainder of the day contemplating the phrase, stripes and bruises. you understand, though, don't you?

"you're a good boy - a very good boy. here's a penny for you. bumble, just step up to sowerberry's with your cane, and see what's best to be done. don't spare him, bumble."

"no, i will not, sir," replied the beadle: adjusting the wax-end which was twisted round the bottom of his cane, for purpose of parochial flagellation.

"tell sowerberry not to spare him, either. they'll never do anything with him, without stripes and bruises,"

and it's over, i'm gone, before i can even tell you about the gentleman in the white waistcoat. dear me.

i'm all cup and chair and book and the ghosts of cats, again, and i can't say i mind. words can be arranged in such pretty ways that it is a wonder that we should ever wish to be anything but lonely.

Comments

[netherunicorn.livejournal.com]

*smiles* you're so beautiful.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

oh, no, charles dickens and leonard cohen did all of the work, i assure you.

[netherunicorn.livejournal.com]

they may have given you the base, but you're still beautiful.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

*blush* thank you, miss. you're far too good to me.

[netherunicorn.livejournal.com]

tosh! you're good enough for anything.

you're welcome :)

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

i have no choice but to build a rose garden around you. *does so*

[netherunicorn.livejournal.com]

*laughs* thank you, dear :)

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

*places a dove in your hair and a raven on your shoulder* you're quite welcome.

[netherunicorn.livejournal.com]

ee! you just made my week. *hugs you*

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

bully good!

[etzelism.livejournal.com]

words can be arranged in such pretty ways that it is a wonder that we should ever wish to be anything but lonely.

adoration abound.

here's the article I mentioned, dearie

[paisleycat.livejournal.com]

http://www.livejournal.com/community/applyingtograd/480206.html?thread=3702222#t3702222

[ectohitch.livejournal.com]

My favorite song of Leonard Cohen's lately is Hallelujah. The problem is, his recording is soooo dated, and every cover of it is sweet sounding but fucked up.

Note to John Cale and the late great Jeff Buckley: "Do you," "Outdrew you," etc., do NOT rhyme with "Hallelujah." Oh, but you know what does? "Do ya!" "Outdrew ya!" Oh, and that's how he sings it? You know why? 'Cause that's how he FUCKING WROTE IT!

All respects to those dead and gone, but that has always pissed me off.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

you tell those dead guys.