Sunday, November 22, 2009
Nothing doing
Physical State: achey
Mental State: anxious
Music: Yann Tiersen - L'Absente
Fashion sense: jeans, grey t-shirt
Ok so I've been back from Ottawa since Wednesday and still haven't found out whether I got this job or not and it is driving me crazy. I figure if you got it then they would call right away but then I think maybe they need to check references and that is why it is taking so long. Again Tom Petty was right, the waiting is the hardest part.
I was listening to my ipod on shuffle today and came across this song below by Yann Tiersen featuring Neil Hannon of The Divine Comedy, and I'll be damned if these aren't some sweet lyrics to consider. I haven't kept up with Neil lately but he wrote a good tune now and then. This Tiersen album also has "À Quai" which as soon as I hear it I am magically transported into the classic French film Amelie.
Les Jours Tristes
It's hard,
hard, not to sit on your hands,
burrow your head in the sand,
hard, not to make other plans
and claim that you've done all you can,
all alone
and life
must go on.
It's hard,
hard, to stand up for what's right
and bring home the bacon each night,
hard, not to break down and cry,
when every idea that you tried
has been wrong.
But you must
carry on.
Chorus:
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand someday,
someday.
It's hard,
hard, when you're here all alone
and everyone else has gone home.
Harder to know right from wrong
when all objectivity's gone
and it's gone.
But you still
carry on.
Cause you,
you are the only one left
and you've got to clean up this mess.
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted - unless
you stay strong
And you
carry on.
Chorus:
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand someday,
someday.
Physical State: achey
Mental State: anxious
Music: Yann Tiersen - L'Absente
Fashion sense: jeans, grey t-shirt
Ok so I've been back from Ottawa since Wednesday and still haven't found out whether I got this job or not and it is driving me crazy. I figure if you got it then they would call right away but then I think maybe they need to check references and that is why it is taking so long. Again Tom Petty was right, the waiting is the hardest part.
I was listening to my ipod on shuffle today and came across this song below by Yann Tiersen featuring Neil Hannon of The Divine Comedy, and I'll be damned if these aren't some sweet lyrics to consider. I haven't kept up with Neil lately but he wrote a good tune now and then. This Tiersen album also has "À Quai" which as soon as I hear it I am magically transported into the classic French film Amelie.
Les Jours Tristes
It's hard,
hard, not to sit on your hands,
burrow your head in the sand,
hard, not to make other plans
and claim that you've done all you can,
all alone
and life
must go on.
It's hard,
hard, to stand up for what's right
and bring home the bacon each night,
hard, not to break down and cry,
when every idea that you tried
has been wrong.
But you must
carry on.
Chorus:
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand someday,
someday.
It's hard,
hard, when you're here all alone
and everyone else has gone home.
Harder to know right from wrong
when all objectivity's gone
and it's gone.
But you still
carry on.
Cause you,
you are the only one left
and you've got to clean up this mess.
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted - unless
you stay strong
And you
carry on.
Chorus:
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand someday,
someday.
