.:] my music [:.

I love the perplexed looks I get from kids with their phatty phat headphones. I'm kinda embarrased when I pop out my cassette, flip it over, pop it back in. But I try to do it with some flair, punching the play button, knowing full well that the guy with his white i-pod headphones is reminiscing. Or thinking I'm a fool.

My little sister wonders while I blew cash on a portable CD player not too long ago if I'm going to be lugging around this old Sony Walkman. But I found this PILE of old cassettes! Short list: Rick Astley (swoon.), The Best of Bahaus, The Cure Compilation - an Import, Tanita Tikaram, a quirky collection of Filipino/Tagalog pop tapes, ooooo and a tape of our live interview for Selling Spice (interviewed BY Arif!)

i don't care. I'll prolly end up listening to them all and slowly discarding them. but right now The Sundays are in the playa.

the sundays-can't be sure

give me a story & give me a bed
give me possessions
oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire
it's good to have something to live for
you'll find live for tomorrow
live for a job & a perfect behind
high time

a-ah

england my country the home of the free
such miserable weather
but England's as happy as England can be why cry

and did you know desire's a terrible thing the worst that I could find
and did you know desire's a terrible thing but I rely on mine

a-ah

England my country the home of the free
such miserable weather
but England's as happy as England can be why cry

and did you know desire's a terrible thing
the worst that I could find
and did you know desire's a terrible thing
but I rely on mine

did you know desire's a terrible thing
it makes the world go blind
but if desire, desire's a terrible thing
you know that I really don't mind

It's my life
& it's my life
& though I can't be sure what I want any more
it will come to me later

well it's my life
& it's my life
& though I can't be sure if I want any more
it will come to me later... ah
yeah