b r a v e c r e a t u r e s

I seem to have an endless capacity for finding music to be miserable to, along with music to lip sync to. I suspect part of the attraction is David Archuleta's resemblance to the Dropbear. Tiny, darkhaired, beautiful lips and perfect. Actually DB is better looking (of course I think this).

Shai LeBoeuf is also distractingly similar, which made watching Eagle Eye both more difficult and arrousing than it should otherwise have been. It's definately the lips and the eyes in that case.

All that aside, I have been listening to David Archuletas album to death since its release. The playcount in iTunes is a touch embarrassing, especially for this song. But there you have it.

Falling
David Archuleta

Feels like my life’s been passing by
With happiness just bein' a lie
How did I get here, where am I going?
One more day without knowing
Struggling for one more breath
As I’m drowning in a painful death
Can someone reach out for me?
In this dark and dreary sea

'Cause it seems like no one can
Hear the voice that’s calling
Try to take the most I can stand
But I keep falling

I try to chase the memories away
But they haunt me everyday
I hope I get over this phase
'Cause I’m stuck inside this haze
All I need is a simple lift
Such a sweet and precious gift
So I don’t lose it all before
What I have left is nothing more

In my isolating misery
I feel like the epitome
Of darkness and despair
Just leading onto nowhere
Will I be able to win this race?
I’m runnin' at a slow pace
Trying hard to press on
But the motivation’s gone

'Cause it seems like no one can
Hear the voice that’s calling
Try to take the most I can stand
But I keep falling

Oh

I try to chase the memories away
But they haunt me everyday
I hope I get over this phase
'Cause I’m stuck inside this haze
All I need is a simple lift
Such a sweet and precious gift
So I don’t lose it all before
What I have left is nothing more

It may not have to be this way
Waiting for me they could be a new day
Maybe I can revise
And escape from the lies

I try to chase the memories away
But they haunt me everyday
I hope I get over this phase
'Cause I’m stuck inside this haze
All I need is a simple lift
Such a sweet and precious gift
So I don’t lose it all before
What I have left is nothing more

There could be something more
To what my life may have in store
I’ll move from where I began
Keep on pressing through to the end

Christmas has been very low key this year. I am on the Gold Coast with my mother who is just out of hospital and recovering from a pretty big operation. She is doing really well, but it made for a low key day and since we are both being careful with money, we put an embargo on present, which of course I broke for her. 

The following is a letter from my mother to her email correspondents, of which she has hundreds. I thought it worth reproducing here.

Somehow I have pulled my self together completely, and the conclusion I came to? That Christmas did not have to mean presents and a big turkey/seafood meal, but love. And that I have received in abundance, and I feel that I am enjoying the most wonderful Christmas ever.

Not only have I been inundated and surrounded with love, but I have gone thru a very large operation, come out the other side, and now, with just a little pain, I am on the way to a full recovery. I have spoken around the world and your care and concern has helped me to handle this little hic up in life.

To all of my friends, rellies, caring acquaintances and most of all my doctors, I give up thanks in abundance.

To all of you, enjoy the day with loved ones and count the many blessings