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Friday, December 14, 2007

no surprises

No Surprises
by RADIOHEAD

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

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it's not that my jobs sucks. au contraire, it's actually turning out well so far, surprisingly. but what i hate is the routine of working life. i hate silent nights and being stuck around for hours with nothing to do while the stupid jam clears. not that i've had many, but i foresee i that i will in future.

call me ungrateful, but sometimes i wish i didn't have to cross the oceans (okay, straits is more like it) just to get home everyday and have to come back late because if i try coming back early i'll get molested, pushed and shoved along the way back as part of the daily exodus of people like me.

i hate not being able to do what i want to do simply because i'm not back home yet and i hate not having a proper place to hide away and just vent to god every day. i hate it that they have pianos all over the place as furniture yet not a single one of them is available for use and the ones that are require means that i currently don't have right now (i'm not talking about money, i'm talking about method).

so excuse me while i drown myself in crappy music on maximum volume and imagine about a hundred and one ways to kill myself because i am just so sick and tired of history repeating itself over and over and over and over and over again (actually just one comes to mind -- the one in the song).