If for once

 

If one moment were to be eternal

you would be here

we would all be here

the dog

the house

the salt on the fence

I wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night

realizing that I hadn’t thought of you for ages 

even though i should

 realizing that you were gone

but still a part of me

you were the soil that stayed put

and now you’re just sand, moving with the dunes on a different country

why don’t we talk?

why have you vanished?

and why do I always forget?

the cold evenings of shivering down the gravel path

dropping surfboards from numb fingers

burning feet

gass slapping the legs

I could go back

but it’s not the same

you come back

but you’ve changed

and so have I

but you weren’t here to see

and now all I can recall is

the welling and pouring  of sudden emotion and a fear of change

at the airport

If it could be like being young again

not a care

only the sand

maybe then I wouldn’t be in this state.

 

 

 

If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there�d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind

But every year it gets a little bit harder
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes

We should be living like we lived that summer
I wanna live like we live in the summer

And I�ll remember that summer as the right one
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle
And our first goodbye always seemed like hours
In the car park in between my house and yours
And if the summer holds a song we might sing forever
Then the winter holds a bite we�d never felt before

But time is like the ocean
You can only hold a little in your hands
So swim before we�re broken
Before our bones become
Black coral on the sand

the summer-Josh Pyke

I’m a Fermata, Hold me!

I just bought the most incredible hat

It’s black and is a bit like a bowler hat
It’s not a fedora.
I can’t possibly be unhappy in this hat.
no one could.

Mighty Boosh Party

Ok
so I need to do sme serious planning.
Because this isn’t just going to be any party.
It’s going to be massive!

Food:
Naan Bread
Soup
(any other ideas?)

Drink
Baily’s (you can bring your own shoe)

Music
Jazz
Electro trash
Gary Numan
Boosh songs
(got to get a record player to put the jazz on that)

Dress
Everyone must dress up as their favourite character.
So far there aren’t many people wanting to be the main characters haha.
I’m thinking of being either naan bread, the mutant with the small kangaroo head or the mirror guy (i’ll stick lots of dirty cloths to myself)
If you don’t get dressed up you can’t come in.
I’m sick of half hearted attempts at costumes :P

We’re thinking of getting a big sheet and hanging it beteen the trees in the backyard and projecting the boosh onto it.

I’m not jsut talking about this, it’s going to damn well happen.
Just got to find a suitable date now… :P

I feel surprisingly good

My goodness

I actually feel good

I feel the weight, the worry, dropped off my shoulder

It’s like I built it up so much that in the end

well it wasn’t so bad afterall.

But then maybe after a while of having these silly relationships, I’ve just become numb.

Either that or it’s the week of expecting the worst.

goodnight, and tonight I actually will sleep :)