Swamp People

I am learning that I will just never be able to make some people understand. They are what they are. If I am the open-minded person I claim to be, I must learn to accept such diversity - diversity that accounts even for those in a devolved state of being. As my mother always said, "it takes all sorts to make the world go 'round."

I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off

I didn't always love Björk. Less than ten years ago I was still poo-pooing her with great abandon. One morning everything changed. For a reason unbeknownst to me, I awoke with the song Hyperballad weaving through my consciousness with perfect clarity. As though in a zombie-like trance, I stumbled to the family computer and hit up Kazaa (remember Kazaa?) and downloaded the song immediately. From then on, I had nothing but infinite praise for this incredible artist.




This song is such an important piece of music for me. Such a compelling story that resonates deep within. And it's really striking home at the moment. Damn it, I love Björk.

Because one man alone cannot conquer the world

The river's running deep right through my blood

I would like to acknowledge the moment that I believe my love affair with BEATS really took hold. At an impressionable fourteen years old (but with a staunch love of alternative rock and metal, mind you), I purchased the album Surrender shortly after this single started getting very high rotation on JJJ. It was instant love. The Chemical Brothers at the top of their game, arguable kings of modern dance music.



Title lyrics taken from The Chemical Brothers - Out Of Control

Warning: Diatribe alert!

What I wanted to post on Facebook -

"To those whose daily whingepost-style updates are centred around run-of the mill FWP complaints: WAKE UP TO YOURSELVES! Your consistently boring and depressing tales of self-imposed misery are not helping anyone, least of all yourselves. In this land of opportunity, everything in life is a choice - including happiness - so take responsibility and stop attempting to force feed your negativity to those who quickly scroll past your offensively dull posts.


Thanks for reading and have a fabulous Friday! :)"

What I actually posted -

"I love my eyebrow lady! ♥"

Gutless?

Sporting

In the spirit of the upcoming Olympic Games (and of course my appalling love of bad taste humour).

Pollyanna's day off

From one rut to another. Full of personality and spark yet devoid of any tangible skill and lacking actual prospects. On dark days I question; is my feverish craving for adventure actually deep-seated fear of responsibility? I have zero interest in the so-called simple life.

With her wayward mind, she struggles through the night

If a walk down tree street with Dallas Green cannot fix my morning and put me in a better headspace then sadly it may be time to reassess. It is not a good time for a shakeup that's for certain but if there is one thing that I can never afford, it's to be unhappy. Right this second though it seems to be working a treat. Ahh.




Title lyrics taken from City and Colour - Fragile Bird

Winter lovin'

At the moment I am all about:




+ Scarves
+ The shiny blue winter sky
+ Crisp mornings
+ Nude nail polish
+ Earl Grey tea
+ My Nobody jeans
+ MOS Sessions Nine
+ Pea and Ham soup
+ Researching Russia and Trans-Siberian travel




Yum.

This is my church

In a style true to form, I went out with a bang. Waking up in your party dress without your phone is never a good thing, but it had to be done. I've said it before and I'll say it again - Once a party girl, always a party girl. And it had been a long time my friend.


Title Lyrics taken from Faithless - God Is A DJ

Relay

You cannot carry the torch for another. One must take on board the burden of their own mistake and deal accordingly. We all run our own race.

Opinions won't keep you warm at night

Art isn't necessarily supposed to be pleasing. So you find it unsightly or it makes you feel uncomfortable - there has been an emotional impact has there not?




And no, this does not apply to tights-as-pants. Soz.

Captain Planet

I'm guilty of being a total Deadmau5 fanboy and we all know how I feel about Nine Inch Nails. But, yum.

Delicious concoction right here!

Macaroons before breakfast

"Live today like it's your last day, but pay bills and dress appropriately just in case it isn't."

-- Capricecrane

You can love or hate, it won't change a thing for us

Between the Buried and Me's album Colors is a progressive metal masterpiece. This song is a standout amongst standouts and my absolute personal favourite of the genre. The word "epic" is well overused but in this case, perfectly just.

I still recall my brother giving me a copy of this album, and he'd earlier forced me to listen to their previous offering Alaska. In typical Mel fashion, their true appeal fell on deaf ears until some time later. Same old song, maybe I'm just supposed to discover amazing music at a time right for me, which was on the money in this instance. Anyway... I dare you to sit through this near fifteen minutes of awesome, because if you can it might just blow your brains out!

Hansel and Gretel

And there is no point doing the hard yards when lessons are not learned. Why run from your shadows if you can turn on the light?

Good At Life 101

To those who incessantly whine about their First World Problems: You have been bestowed a great fortune simply by being born into a land of opportunity. Why wish your life away? Be the master of your own destiny and be grateful, for you were allowed that choice.

We don't stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing

I'm in that awkward age bracket where some of us seem to be becoming disillusioned with the whole concept of "growing up". Funny though that it seems to be the same people thumbing their noses at me for my Peter Pan attitude? Interesting.

Punching in a Dream

And like many of my best-loved songs, this is one that I did not get at first. I was so miffed when it beat The Naked and Famous' other single that year in the Hottest 100. Young Blood is still that amazing song that gives me chills every time it begins, but I now give this piece the credit it deserves too. Such a good morning kick-starter on a rainy Friday!

Matchsticks

A dreary morning reeking of admin work. This little caffeine addict is running without, can I survive my Thursday front desk cameo?

Redheads

There is good reason to keep one's head in the sand, it's all too easy to become disillusioned with our wonderful world. From time to time I find myself struck with a social issue so chilling that I cannot shake the feeling I am left with. It's much like the darkness that lingers well into the black night upon suddenly waking from a fitful sleep. 

Children of the cane

It's coming up again, that insatiable and irrepressible urge to party. Dance big, make no apologies, go absolutely fucking mental!

I am not one of those people who will ever settle down, ever get over it, get it out of my system. Once a party girl, always a party girl. Those who say you grow out of it just don't understand. They don't have what it takes. They are not like us.

Because germophobia and the like bores me senseless

Perhaps it's a hangover from dating a guy who was severely terrified of bacteria and viruses, but I personally get all sorts of giggles out of my lax attitudes towards same. Case in point:




Delish.

This world beats all around me but nothing here feeds to satisfy

Having one of those "suck it up" moments. It's a gorgeous day and everyone is smiling, so why am I not feeling it? It's not everyone else's fault I worked all weekend, slept crap last night, and didn't bother to go for my morning sanity jog. So deal, sweetpea. Why? Because I love people and they will drag me out of this mood. Along with Dead Letter Circus. Possible proof that there may be a god.




Title lyrics taken from Dead Letter Circus - Lines

Making up for teenage crime

Recently via team effort, another staff member and I have managed to get our DJ to play this song at work (job number two, obviously). Any patron who gets served a drink by me during these gorgeous couple of minutes is lucky indeed because this tune still makes me go a bit giddy.

If I'm talking in past tense, I have lived a charmed existence

I posted a track the other day (Ms Mr - Hurricane) stating that the song to me is reminiscent of Screamfeeder's Stoples. Now I have had Stoples wandering through my head all week. Such a beautiful track and has instigated a mini Screamfeeder revival for me.

I love this song, it temporarily takes me out of this world.

When aussie indie/punkrock whatever was about kids just having fun and the way it all came together seemed almost accidental

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And my fave Screamfeeder moment, another completely tireless moment in music for me. To be fair, this song actually deserves its own blog post. Soz. But I saved the best for last!

 



Title lyrics taken from Screamfeeder - Stoples

One red beret

What is it that so compels us to push the boundaries? An age old power play; a statement indignant, defiant. But if rules are made to be broken, then who looks the fool now?

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one

Upon stating that I've been single for years, she says, "but surely you have a lot of flings!"
No.

"Are you gay??"

No.

"How do you do it?" She asks. "You know, be totally alone?"

Have you ever noticed that I never seem stressed??

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind

Pretty sure I'll be voting for this song come Hottest 100 time. This sound to me is reminiscent of Screamfeeder's Stopless.

Our steps seal fate!

Worst case scenario, great song though. And once upon a time I would have never thought I'd like Alexisonfire, yet here I am with big love for them. Whatever.

Some kinda fairytale

Strike a pose

Whatever it is that necessitates the posting of selfies on Facebook for so many people these days, I just don't get it. Either I don't believe I am good looking enough to stand up to the harsh criticism of the masses or I simply don't require validation of my appearance via social networking. Perhaps a little from column A, a little from column B?

Nickelback-hating misogynist?

I am hoping my good karma balances this out, but two things that have made me laugh recently. Hard.

Rescued by a daydream back down where I found the open door

This backward suburbia of family normality strangely excites me; all white picket fences and so-called careers of varying collars. A stark reminder of who I am: different. I love it for that. There is something somewhat thrilling about not quite fitting in. Shall I shave my hair into a mohawk and wear a punkrock scowl as I yell? To hell with your outdated definition of success! Merely a dressed up recipe for whitewashed mediocrity.

For what I fear most is boredom; a fate worse than failure itself.


Title lyrics from Cog - Bitter Pills