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You are (x6)
I keep having dreams where at some point, I am corresponding with shutupbetsy online discussing her theories about relationships and things people go through when they’re in them. This is peripheral to anything else that is happening and has never been the central thrust of whatever dream I’m in at the time. I'll be going along and then just decide that it's time to check my email. I'll read something she’s written, squeeze off a reply and then go back to whatever it was I was doing before.

All of this is very odd since I've had no contact with her outside of lj, and I can’t say that I have any idea about her guiding principles for conducting relationships (or even if she'd be willing to share.) Weirder, somehow Coldplay’s Clocks seems to play a big part in the discussion-in-dream, though I haven’t in 'real life' deciphered any of the lyrics outside of "Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks." The whole thing is like a dream-encoded non-sequitur that makes perfect sense until I wake up. So confusing.

And, to make matters worse, I've had the song on near permanent loop in my head and I don’t know the words.


Oh, another one for riverbank:

Dreams are real while they are happening. Can we say anymore about life?
- Havelock Ellis

Current Mood: groggy groggy
Current Music: Coldplay, "Clocks"

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shutupbetsy From: shutupbetsy Date: May 12th, 2003 01:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Maybe it is a divine sign that I finally need to relent and listen to Coldplay. ;)
Seriously, how could you not want to discuss the dymanics of relationships with someone who just threw her boyfriend's clothes in the gutter? I think I am an obvious candidate...hehe. *brow wrinkle* ah well.
komos From: komos Date: May 12th, 2003 01:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Coldplay is kind of like a pop alter-ego for Radiohead.

I don't know that I'd say I wouldn't want to... In my head, the gutter story seemed so European. I picture a scene captured in black and white and set to a Verdi aria. No words are spoken, just a singular explosion of passionate anger punctuated by a lingering shot of the clothes lying in the mud. 'Course, if I haven't made it clear by now, I tend to have an odd way of seeing things.

Things are better, I hope?
wisdom_seeker From: wisdom_seeker Date: May 12th, 2003 01:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

The lyrics...

Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing)
Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple of my head (and a)
Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed (singing)
You are, you are

Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks (gonna)
Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know (singing)
Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities (am I)
A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)

You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
And nothing else compares
Oh no nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are [continues in background]
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go


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