Monday, May 31, 2010

Lights in the Sky - Nine Inch Nails

I listened to this song quite alot when I was last in Canada. It's best to listen to this song when you are unhappy or if you think your mind needs slowing down.
This song has a nice raw quality to it, and I like how Trent Renzor is nearly whispering instead of singing, as if the lyrics are intended only to be heard by you and no one else.

And just as a note, if you have the NIN album "The Slip", you really ought to listen to Corona Radiata straight afterwards (as it is on the album).

She's mostly gone
Some other place
I'm getting by
In other ways
Everything they whispered in our ear
Is coming true
Try to justify the things
I used to do
Believe in you

Watching you drown
I'll follow you down
I am here right beside you
The lights in the sky
Have finally arrived
I am staying right beside you

I tried to stay away
Just in case
I've come to realize
We all have our place
Time has a way you know
To make it clear
I have my role in this
I can't disappear
Or leave you here

Watching you drown
I'll follow you down
And I am here right beside you
The lights in the sky
Are waving goodbye
I am staying right beside you

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Original Song!

Finally, after however many months, we have a finished product of an original that Greg and I recorded sometime last year. Its called "Last Time", Greg wrote the whole guitar parts, and also wrote a few lyrics, and I wrote the chorus and the melody.

So, if you happen to stumble across my blog, your you're a frequent visitor, or you are a stalker, have a listen to the song (its going on youtube, the picture over the top means nothing (its itunes visualizer on my wall, nothing special) so pay it no mind.) and let me know what you think.

There will be a few more recordings coming, some original and a cover or two. So keep your eyes and ears open, and I'm totally open to feedback.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Back in the day...

I found these photos recently of me cam-whoring back in the days of Bebo and Myspace. I also found some older photos of when me and my friends introduced ourselves to alcohol. :D Fun times.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Sick, Sick, Sick.

Oh how sick I feel today. I had to leave work after I vomited in the bathroom. My head is throbbing, my ear is still aching and I still have the tasted of rejected paracetamol in the back of my mouth. Ew. I can't believe how crap I feel, and I'm trying to use the time I have to myself to write some lyrics, but nothing is really happening yet. I think something may be forming, but not sure this sick and therefore depressed state I'm in will inspire fantastic lyrics.

I'm thinking of using the title of my blog in there somewhere (haha) probably because at the moment, nothing springs to mind.

Anyway, here's to hoping i come up with something good/acceptable/at all, really. Maybe watching "GO" is killing the creative flow. Mind you, so was ABC3. TV in general maybe?

Ok, back to work, the melody is there, that's a start I guess. If i think of something good, I'll post it, tell me what you think if I get to it.

well, it has been about half an hour, still have nothing. although i did find something that I wrote a while back, but whether it can be adapted to a song (see, its somewhat of a poem i guess) remains to be seen.

The aim is to have something, anything written before the day is out. And I will post whatever I write today.

Here is me in my sick state.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Circus by Tom Waits

I'm really crushing on Tom Waits at the moment, and yes, I know he is an old man. But there is something about his smokey sleazy voice and the way he writes which I adore, and I hope at some point to write as artistically as he does. I also watched "The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus the other day, in which Tom Waits played the Devil. Honestly the coolest man to play the Devil in the history of cinema. The only let down of the movie was the special effects, but apart from that, the concept and the story line were really good, and the way they altered the storyline to fit around Heath Ledgers death was really well done.

So here is Circus by Tom Waits, with lyrics for those who want a bit of a read. Also I apologise for the crap quality of the picture, I think it's all pixellated. So again, sorry! But enjoy the song, it's warped, the drums wander in and out of time and there is an eerie music box thing that plays its own little melody over the top of the sleaze and rasp of Tom Waits.


We put up our tent on a dark
Green knoll, outside of town by
The train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
And her 'Marvellous Pigs In Satin'

We pounded our stakes in the ground
All powder brown
And the branches spread like scary
Fingers reaching
We were in a pasture outside Kankakee

And One Eyed Myra, the queen of
The galley who trained the
Ostrich and the camels
She looked at me squinty with her
One good eye in a Roy Orbison
T-shirt as she bottle fed
An orangutan named Tripod

And then there was
Yodeling Elaine the
Queen of the air who wore a
Dollar sign medallion and she
Had a tiny bubble of spittle
Around her nostril and a
Little rusty tear, for she had
Lassoed and lost another
Tipsy sailor

And over in
The burnt yellow tent
By the frozen tractor, the
Music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty
Tiny on the saw and he
Threw his head back with a
Mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street'

And by the time they played "Moanin Low"
I was soakin' wet and wild eyed
And Doctor Bliss slipped me a
Preparation and I fell asleep with
'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear

And me and Molley Hoey drank
Pruno and Koolaid and she had a
Tattoo gun made out of a cassette
Motor and a guitar string and
She soaked a hanky in 3 Roses
And rubbed it on the spot
And drew a rickety heart and
A bent arrow and it hurt like hell

And Funeral Wells spun
Poodle Murphy on the target
As he threw his hardware,
Only once in Sheboygan did he miss
At a matinee on Diamond Pier and
She'd never let him forget it

They were doing two shows and she
Had a high fever and he took
Off a piece of her ear and
Tip Little told her she should
Leave the bum
But Poodle said, "He fetched me
Last time I run."
But I'd like to hammer this ring into a bullet
And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun
My dear

And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun
My dear

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Oh, Canada.

I didn't realise how much stuff I actually need to organise in order to get myself to Canada. Bloody hell, hopefully I can get it all sorted.

It's also hard doing this visa application, just because there are so many different sites, and I've never applied for one before, so I'm not 100% on which sites are good and which sites are the ones trying to rob the ignorant, like me.

I guess I just have to go with what my mum is saying, I don't think you can go wrong with the Canadian Embassy! Plus there's the updating of the passport which I have no idea how to do. But hey, it's all about research and getting it done much sooner rather than later so everything is processed in time.

The main things i need to focus on right now is updating my passport, applying for the visa, booking a flight and then on top of all that, making sure I have enough money to get me over there. As well as surviving until I manage to get a job.

Time to stop fart-arsing around!

Kurt Cobain's Suicide Letter

To Boddah:
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community had proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

For example, when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begin, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.

Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much, I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy,

Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I love you, I love you!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Alone in Kyoto AIR

LOVE THIS SONG but I don't really understand the film clip? It's just shots of leaves and temples in and around Kyoto. I mean, fair enough cause it's Kyoto, but there is no real point to the film clip. It'd odd.

Anyway, this song was featured in Lost In Translation, which is one of my favourite movies I believe alot of travellers can relate to, especially in those times where you are alone in an unfamiliar place with no one to talk to. I think Bill Murray is a genius in it, and Scarlette Johanson looks the best she ever has.

This song also works well with just piano, if anyone wants to give it a crack, its just in D minor. I was playing around with it then, and if you slow it down a little as well and really space everything out with the sustain pedal, it sounds beautiful.

A nicely crafted song which I could never get sick of hearing.

Friday, May 21, 2010

I made a necklace today. Found the chain at work (an odd find at a computer shop??) and just added little bitties. It'll be one of those things where you just keep adding and adding I think. Love it.
And this is what I'm wearing to work today.

Ok, might go get a coffee and stop at work and say hi to the little computer people. :)

Table for two...then one.


Tonight I had my first shift at Rangoli. It went well I believe, minimal fuck-up and a $5 tip! My first ever tip...which I don't get to keep, but the thought is still there. :)


I saw the saddest typical movie moment (well, I pieced it all together) between a man and a woman.

The night started off when i sat them down, gave them their water pappudums and menus, both seemed content and happy.
I took their orders a bit later and things were still cool.
Rachna gave them their entrees and shortly after I gave them the mains, the lady didn't really touch her cutlery or move her plate and seemed a little tense.
I look up to find the man waving at me, so I go over and he wants me to pack everything up for him. The lady was gone and her plate was completely clean, her cutlery had't even been touched. The guy looked upset.
So, I packed all his (her?) food up and he paid for his (HER!) meals. I told him to have a nice evening and he muttered kind of in that "ill-pretend-im-joking,-but-im-not" way "Yeah...I'll try."


oh dear! I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I hope he is OK. The poor, poor man.

So this little story is for those who think they have it bad in the ways of Love. YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Even 40 year old men in Indian restaurants can become broken-hearted. It's true.

Other than that, the work was good, I'm picking it all up quite quickly, now all i gotta do is read through the menu and try and get my head around what we do and don't do. *nods*

Also working at Cinnabar tomorrow. Cinnabar requires you to look awesome, so I have a dress from there that I will wear tomorrow. I will put up a picture of it. I like working at Cinnabar, despite the fact the boss is a little kooky and quite bipolar, but hey. The money is good, the things in the shop are so freaking cool (it's a quirky boutique) and I like talking piercings and what would look good with the alternatives of this dreary town.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Grooveshark Widgets - Music Playlists for Your MySpace & Blog

Grooveshark Widgets - Music Playlists for Your MySpace & Blog

My feet are so sore!

Not because i've been doing heaps of work, Iv'e just been wearing bastard shoes since 8am this morning. They hurt so much!!!
Today? Do I talk about today?
- Worked at the computer shop, same old same old really.
- Had my trial at Rangoli - weird little place, Im not so sure about it, but we'll see how we go...
- Went to RENT rehearsals, it's always fun! I got so say my "fucking mother fucker" line tonight. :D (yes, yes I do get to swear profusely as a homeless crazy lady on stage.)
- Went to Karaoke at the Royal, which itself is a dodgy set up, really. Quite disappointing.
- Then Caitlin and I went to get some food, and now I'm home. :)

So, I kind of hope I get to keep working at Rangoli only because I will become loaded hopefully in time for CANADA!!!!!

I've put another song on here called "Pray For Rain" by Massive Attack. I'm too tired to describe it, but hey...why don'y you let me know what you think of it? It's one of my favourites from Heligoland.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


My trial is tonight!! EEP!
I'm a little nervous, I haven't ever waitressed before, but not too nervous because from what I can gather, it's not overly busy or fast-paced or anything. I'm probably more concerned about learning all the food names (you see, it's Indian)

But nay fear, I reckon I'll be OK.

And the image. I doubt there will be Bollywood dancing at Rangoli, but how cool would that be!?!? The possibilities...

The War Criminal Rises and Speaks

Ok, so I tried, and I can't figure out how to add my playlist to my blog (Grace, I was able to get to Grooveshark and create a playlist, I just can't add it to my blog) so, I will keep trying ways of getting it to work, later.

Instead for now, I'll just add youtube videos and the like until I can work my magic. I'm putting up "The War Criminal Rises and Speaks" by a band that my friend Ben has recently shown me (Okkervil River) with the lyrics as well. This song has such raw emotion and the lyrics are extremely well crafted (I mentioned this song in an earlier post that made me cry!) I have been listening to Okkervil River of late and I really really like them. I was given the albums "Black Sheep Boy" and "Down the River of Golden Dreams".

So, if you enjoy music with nice vibes, easy going melodies, rich instrumentation and honest vocals, check Okkervil River out. A little vintage, but that's how we like our Indie! Please enjoy.

The heart wants to feel.
The heart wants to hold.
The heart takes past Subway,
past Stop and Shop,
past Beal’s,
and calls it “coming home.”
The heart wants a trail
away from “alone,”
so the heart turns a sale
into a well-worn milestone
towards hard-won soft furniture,
fought-for fast food,
defended end table that
holds paperbacks and back U.S. News.
The mind turns an itch
into a bruise,
and the hands start to twitch
when they’re feeling ill-used.

And you’re almost back now,
you can see by the signs;
from the bank you tell the temperature
and then the time,
and the billboard reads some headlines.
The head wants to turn,
to avert both its eyes,
but the mind wants to learn
of some truth that might be
inside reported crimes.

So they found a lieutenant
who killed a village of kids.
After finishing off the wives,
he wiped off his knife
and that’s what he did.
And they’re not claiming that
there’s any excusing it;
that was thirty years back,
and they just get paid for the facts
the way they got them in.

Now he’s rising and not denying.
His hands are shaking, but he’s not crying.
And he’s saying “How did I climb
out of a life so boring into that moment?
Please stop ignoring the heart inside,
oh you readers at home!
While you gasp at my bloody crimes,
please take the time
to make your heart my home:
where I’m forgiven by time,
where I’m cushioned by hope,
where I’m numbed by long drives,
where I’m talked off or doped.
Does the heart wants to atone?

Oh, I believe that it’s so,
because if I could climb back through time,
I’d restore their lives and then give back my own:
tens of times now its size
on a far distant road
in a far distant time
where every night I’m still crying,
entirely alone.”

But the news today always fades away as you drive by,
until at dinnertime when you look into her eyes,
lit by evening sun - that, as usual, comes
from above that straight, unbroken line,
the horizon
- its rising
is a given,
just like your living.

Your heart’s warm and kind.
Your mind is your own.
Our blood-spattered criminal
is inscrutable;
don’t worry, he won’t
rise up behind your eyes
and take wild control.
He’s not of this time,
he fell out of a hole.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


How can i create a Playlist and put it on my blog? I just stumbled across a blog which had a playlist that automatically played music and I want this!!!!!

Having a playlist would better suit the name of my blog so i can share the music I'm digging and all that kind of stuff.

So help me please someone!!!

I should probably look into this later and get ready for work now.

Speaking of work I will soon have 3 jobs now, which means I will be able to save more for my trip to Canada. Things are looking up! :D

This is Me, by Grace Johns.

So recently, I had my photo taken by Grace Johns for a local exhibition she as been asked to be a part of. There are more photos of hers you can find on her blog which is on my profile.

The guitar I'm playing in these photos is my Dads, which was made for him by my brother when he worked of Cole Clarke Guitars in Melbourne. It is honestly one of the most beautiful clear sounding guitars I have ever played. Tuned down to open D or open G, it is stunning.

Here are a few of the photos Grace has taken of me and my fathers guitar.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

I Cried When...

I heard Ocean by John Butler

I watched Where The Wild Things Are

I heard Okkervil River - The war criminal rises and speaks

I found those messages from over 3 years ago on Myspace

"well hullo there!
i'm sorry. but i reallyyyyyyy think you're Something Else.
may i add you, in the hopes that our friendship will grow and prosper until infinity and beyond and all that shiz?
c'monnnn :) please.
bah i'm a silly turkey.
anyway, Hi!

It has been quite an emotional few weeks for Georgie. I can't control it now, I've been crying at the drop of a hat!!


Im getting into songwriting, it's really bloody hard, but I enjoy doing it immensely whenever I get the chance. I love singing and playing guitar, and I play with a guy from around here on the off chance neither of us have to work.

I've recently written a lullaby, it's not very wordy and not very long, but I don't know whether it needs anything more or not. It's in A minor, 3/4 timing and I just changed the melody this morning, because I thought it was too high to sound like it fitted with the chords. It is quite dark and eerie, but thats the kind of writing I like. Im influenced by Tom Waits, Mojo Juju and the Snake Oil Merchants and Maynard James Keenan (Tool, A perfect Circle) amongst various others, but these guys would be the top guys, for the moment anyway. Heres the lyrics. Hope whoever reads this likes it and feedback (good, bad or honest) is most welcome. :D

Rest your head upon my shoulders and close your heavy eyes
Let the night envelop you, ignore the one who cries
The claws of monsters reach for you, longing for your touch,
But rest your head my child, ignore your tears.

I love you,
I love you,
I love you,
Don't cry, you're safe with me.

Charlie and Lola

I think this is one of the best children shows and books ever created. I love watching this, the characters are a fantastic representation of young children and how they speak and act. Charlie and Lola also manages to capture the simplistic and creative imagination of children better than I have ever seen before. I also adore the relationship between Charlie and Lola, a beautiful brother sister relationship where they look after each other and care for each other and play with each other. Gotta love the simple things in life.

Another alleyway in Melbourne.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

"Pale Sunshine" Centre Place, Melbourne

I just thought I'd write a little blurb on the Photo that is currently on my blog.

It was taken last year in October when Richard and I went to Melbourne for a week. The alley way is just off of Centre Place, and it's perfectly gritty and grimy. Graffiti everywhere (as you expect in Melbourne alleyways) old milk crates scattered all over the place and used as seats for the baristas and chefs to sit and smoke on, a collection of sneakers hang from the top of the alleyway. The first time i saw this alleyway was when I took this photo, the girl standing and choosing music on her ipod seems so out of place and incongruous to her surroundings. And at the same time, she fits so nicely. I like how she looks in the photo, like nothing phases her. I was also surprised by the fact she didn't seem to mind, or even notice me taking the picture. I am quite proud of this photo, I also edited it a little (just changed the temperature and faded the colour) in iPhoto to give it a bit more of an edge. The editing has also brought out a bit of the graffiti art in the background and makes the girl look like Pale Sunshine I think.

This is one of my favourite places in Melbourne, it has a very magical feeling about it, almost a bit Harry Potter in Diagon Alley, it's a crazy blink-and-you-miss-it place. Flinders Ln is full of these rustic hidden alleys.

And so we begin

Sounds and Ramble. I would like to share my thoughts with the Internet, the worlds largest public toilet wall. These first few posts will be rather experimental and the like, I'm not sure what everything will look like.