The Breakfast Club – Don’t you forget about me

I just finished watching the Breakfast club for the very first time, the ending actually made me cry, who would of thought.  So here are the lyrics to the song.  Talk about a flashback to the 80’s

Hey, hey, hey ,hey
Ohhh…

Won’t you come see about me?
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love’s strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don’t You Forget About Me
Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t
Don’t You Forget About Me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh…..

Don’t you try to pretend
It’s my feeling we’ll win in the end
I won’t harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security

Don’t you forget about me
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I’ll put us back together at heart, baby

Don’t You Forget About Me
Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t
Don’t You Forget About Me

As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away

Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on – call my name
Will you all my name?

I say :
La la la…

Screaming out to Feel

Screaming out to Feel

Pacing the floor in quickened expectation
Waiting for another new ink to prize
Nervous and glorious all at once
Head a spin for fight or flight

Sitting in the chair, skin bared to all
The needle buzzes, pain awaits
Skin tightens as the needle descends
A sudden explosion of pleasure and pain

Why do we mark our bodies so
Why do we strive to hurt this way
To momentarily stand out and scream
Just for a second to know that we live

We live our lives with muted senses
Surrounded by others expectations
All the while screaming out to feel
Wanting to explode into this world

In our failed attempts to be different
In our mission to be seen in this void
we ink, scar, pierce and brand our bodies
Only to realize that we are all the same

Then to realize that we all hurt
that deep inside we are all hungry to feel
the pain, pleasure and ecstasy of life
Then we scream out, but at least holding a hand

Written by the kilveyshaman

Maybe I should of started off with a plant?

I remember watching some program once where, in order to teach people about commitment in relationships and responsibility they would ban them from such and give them a plant to take home and care for,  Then, after years of looking after the plant they might work towards a small domestic pet.  Eventually they would be allowed to start seeing people, and building personal relationships.

Perhaps I should of bought a plant…..

Seriously though…….I keep taking out my permenant marker of life and circling this issue with me.  The double edged reality that I want to dive head long into a relationship, even though I know on another level that I need to rebuild my own life and links and enjoy being single first.

With that in mind I am happy to recognise the fact that I have had two positive experiences, going to town on my own to meet up with friends, socialising and enjoying thier company and then coming home.  I need to do this more, sort of like immersion therapy, eventually I will become comfortable enough with it that I will not think twice about the thought of going to town on an evening and merely moving from pub to pub or club to club with the confident knowledge that I will bump inot familar and friendly faces in each of them (Not that I want to turn into an alcoholic disco stu, lol).

Nonetheless I have enjoyed myself the last couple of times I have gone out.  This week I have a few more social engagements on my calendar and I am curious as to how well behaved I will be, you never know, in a couple of years time I might be allowed to look after a small pet……

G (Relationship Guru)

Loving all his friends (old and new)