Kate Bush - Moments of Pleasure.

I felt the need to share this with someone so I thought I'd post it here. Kate Bush is one of my favourite singers and this song is just really beautiful.

Some moments that I've had
Some moments of pleasure

I think about us lying
Lying on a beach somewhere
I think about us diving
Diving off a rock, into another moment

The case of George the Wipe
Oh God I can't stop laughing
This sense of humour of mine
It isn't funny at all
Oh but we sit up all night
Talking about it

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time

On a balcony in New York
It's just started to snow
He meets us at the lift
Like Douglas Fairbanks
Waving his walking stick
But he isn't well at all
The buildings of New York
Look just like mountains through the snow

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time
Just let us try
To give these moments back
To those we love
To those who will survive

And I can hear my mother saying
"Every old sock meets an old shoe"
Isn't that a great saying?
"Every old sock meets an old shoe"
Here come the Hills of Time

Hey there Maureen,

Hey there Bubba,
Dancing down the aisle of a plane,

It's Murph, playing his guitar refrain,

Hey there Teddy,
Spinning in the chair at Abbey Road,

Hey there Michael,
Do you really love me?

Hey there Bill,
Could you turn the lights up?

- That is all :) this song gives me hope.

I Self Medicate With Tea

This is Gerty. My love, my muse... my flame <

 The beautiful Emilie Autumn, who is inspired by the Victorian era, baked goods, cabaret and tea, wrote this song which plainly describes me and my current state of mind.

I Self Medicate With Tea - Emilie Autumn


I don't do crack, I've never seen cocaine

And fortunately I rarely pop an Aspirin when in pain

'Cause I wanna be - of alcohol or any drug at all - completely free

But I self-medicate with tea

(doot-da-doot-doot)

I know just where to go to get my fix:

The beverage aisle

At Starbucks, I confess, I get my kicks

I'm not in denial

My oolong heals

Your dealer deals for quite a hefty fee

So I self-medicate with tea

(doo-da-loo-doo)

It's not that I'm not miserable as any old drunk

My life is no more bearable than any old junkie

I'd jump out a window

Suicide's a sin though

I've found another way

There's no amount I wouldn't pay

To overdose on Earl Grey

Or English Breakfast

When I'm hopped up on caffeinated Chai

I'm feeling the buzz

And when you asked if I liked to get high

I already was

It's black or green or in-between

Sometimes it looks like weed

But my self-medicating

Improves my mental stating

I don't need to go to rehab

Or to set up a meth lab

I may be a cynic

But the Betty Ford clinic

Isn't ever gonna break me from my habit of choice

It's my opium, my Xanax and it's good for my voice

I hope you comprehend my reasoning

Twinings, Liptons, even Celestial Seasonings

Keep your marijuana

I got my own remedy

I self-self-medicate with tea

Boom

It's chamomile

Yeah


This gives me a brilliant idea. I am going to make a tea diary. Gerty and I will take on this challenge with integrity and charm.


Next installment: The comfort of Chai.