Brinee’s Acoustic

Today i discovered that my dad drums like Mick Fleetwood. I’m not talking talent here, or sheer skill. But it’s his mouth. He plays with his mouth wiiiiide open! As if it’s frozen in place like that!

I’m worried!..

Do you think it’s genetic..?

The bank is closed/and the streets shut down/in this town/all the lights are out/and the stray dogs ran/for the hills/the fog lies low/and the grass stays wet/from June to September/the houses are small/and the roads dont stop for anyone/for anyone

I found this on an old scrap of paper in the back of a maths exercise book that hadnt seen the light in about 2 years. Further proof that my heads always up in the clouds..

Well she came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers

But people who knew nothing but the truth

She kept to her stories and fairytales

And they kept her

Green eyes and skin so fair like a cold Winters day

There’s snow in her hair

She spoke of long grass and sunny days in Rome

This is five minutes old..

I grew up in this house you see/the dog my mama and me/she drove north up the coast for miles just to find it/well she grew ill in June last year/little baby please don’t fear/always this home in my arms/always this home in my/she said//I’ll be gone and you can tell/I find solace in the fact that you’ll bury well/or maybe throw me out across the high tide/then sit back and watch the ocean just recede/back to the sea/back to the sea/back to the sea//when I was five she said to me/darlin’ please don’t tell such little white lies/look up at the endless skies/think about it/When I was eight I ran away/up the beach past the point where my grandfather lay/sit there in silence, remember and pray/dream about it…

All the buildings

They look the same

And I’ve walked these streets

Time and again

I fly through here

With a familiar crowd

Well I guess it shows doesn’t it.

 

I’ve pined to sail your seas

But the sun she burns above

And I’ve dreamt all your dreams

Just take my love

Just take my love

How I’ve wished to walk your lands

But the sea she roars below

Well I’ve torn both my wings

Just take me home

Lust take me home

Recently we were told that our Half-yearly drama performace is going to be a musical about Britney Spears. Naturally, over half the class was pissed. As actors, we have no say in this what so ever. I understand that I must take on and adapt to whatever role is given to me, But at the same time, arent there more important issues out there to focus on!? I mean. . . the moral of this piece of ‘theatre’ will be something along the lines of “With great power comes great responsibility”. Isnt that Spiderman anyway? Its obvious that our Director has walked into the room and thought ‘Great! A room full of teenage girls! They must all love Britney Spears & pop music & girly magazines & celebrities!’.  I think this is just another example of the complete Americanisation of Australian culture. ’Kylie’ the musical would’ve been bad enough but atleast she’s Aussie. I never thought anything like this would ever mean so much to me, but now when I think about it, I feel offended.

If I dont sing, play, act, dance and run around the stage miming to her lyrics, I get an F. I guess I’m just gonna have to grit my teeth and do it, no matter how degrading and debasing it is. . .

Love you all

I took these in my kitchen at around 5.30 this afternoon.

I love him.

Far from the city/where the grass grows long to the sky/tree’s sway they spoke in tongues/the words were lost/the words were lost/There was a house/that only we knew about/It sat on the hill/ and watched the town lay still/last December you drove us there/Now we’re spinning with our eyes closed/you catch me when I fall/and you say/we cant stay here/we’ll fly away/ to the world of pretend/we’ll go back to that house again/the cracks in the walls/they whispered as we slept/branches at the window/scratching imaginary pictures in my head/leaves fell and so did the rain/from autumn to winter/and back again/time was moving/we stood still/where are we going/where are we going