A Cup Of Coffee (which I love the smell but yucko taste)

I like this one song by Garbage a lot – melody is haunting and it is one of the few songs I have heard that uses like a musical saw (if you have heard that sound – only other song that uses something like that that I really know about is a Wiggles song – and now trying hard not to get that stuck in my head).

But I like a lot of songs from the group Garbage – one came to mind today because of something – while it is not the exact same thing as the song – I can almost, almost substitute the words a box for a cup of coffee in the song….

And head vs heart – I find things swirling out of hand in many places in my live and that is very unsettling… in fact this last year has just been out of my hand starting with John leaving – on to other things changing, other people leaving and now… well, some good things

Work projects semi falling into place… still lots of stuff to get going - family going-ons a little quiet – which is scary in and of itself… but moving through the day overall with my usually outlook and approach to life… which is a silly but good perception usually….

Ah frell and what the hell
Life goes on, so bring it on
And if you fall, give a call
just say out loud, fuck it all

'cause I am moving on
Yes girl, damnit I'll get well
Just ain't easy, I gotta con
And some days it’s a hard sell

(by lil ole me – actually the whole thing is longer but too chicken to post anymore of my song lyrics - first time I ever put any of this type of writing out in a public forum before….)

GARBAGE - Cup Of Coffee Lyrics
You told me you don't love me
Over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crash into dust
I just let it fade away

I'm walking empty streets
Hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that you're home
But I just have to pass on by

So no, of course, we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends

I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night
Wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

So no, of course, we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends

You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults when I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they're worried
I'm looking far too skinny
I've stopped returning all their calls

And no, of course, we can't be friends
Not while I'm still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all

It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me