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Strange CD
Wednesday, May 25, 2005

This is sitting in my draft for 3 days... Friday night someone knocked at my door. A friend handing me a cd, and according to her it was from J. I was about to hand it back when i read the cover:

"Robin Guthrie (ex-Cocteeau Twins) has teamed up with Siobhan De Mare (ex-Mono) on a new project called Violet Indiana... 'Russian Doll' sees the duo re-directing the ethereal spirit of the Cocteau Twins into a modern setting..."

Ok, intruiging enough. The cd deserves to be played. I know for one if i return it, he will not listen to it anyway. And hey, why all of a sudden he knows what i would like to listen to?

And this comes to prove he did not indeed listen to it before purchasing...

Track One :: Never Enough

Never enough, enough of your stuff
I'm sick of being of being told
I'm not good enough
Telling me what i should say or do
I'm never enough
Not good enough
Not good enough for you

'Cos you and me
Should never be
There is nothing left inside of me
'Cos you and me
Should never be
I'm over you
You sigh about me

It's always the same
Kept playing games
I'm sick of you
Everything you do
Have you ever thought
That maybe i don't care?
Enough of you
I'm sick of you
Everything you say
Everything you do
I wish that you just weren't there

'Cos you and me
Should never be
There is nothing left inside of me
'Cos you and me
Should never be
I'm over you
You sigh about me

Not good enough, not good enough
Good enough, good enough, i'm not good enough
I'm not good enough for you
There is nothing left for us to say or do
It's all and done now
Just walk away
Just nothing left for me to do
And there is nothing left to say
I'm over you
Never enough
I'm never enough for you
There is nothing left to say
And there is nothing left to do

Track Two :: Quelque jour

He crept into the room
Didn't say a word
She laid beside him
The screaming was all i heard
He kissed her feet
His hands were tied
He left the room
And i watched her cried

She picked her dress up
And made a call
I felt so strange as i watched it all
Her name was Velvet
Her lips were so red
Her hair was black as she laid on the bed

Do-do-do-do quelque jour
Do-do-do quelque jour

She made her face up
And tightened her belt
There was no feelings
The ones that she felt
She left the room and she got in a car
She stopped off at a strange bar

Do-do-do-do quelque jour
Do-do-do quelque jour

He kissed her hands
Her hands were so hot
He looked up and smiled at the sky
He said her name and remembered when
She smacked his face and she did it again
He said her name and remembered when
She smacked his face and she did it again

Track Three :: (My Baby Was A) Cheat

( need i write down the lyrics? title speaks for itself. )

Track Four :: New Girl

He tries to feed me whispers
Sweetly in my ear
He says the words, the ones that i need to hear

I'm his blue bell
I'm his new girl

His heart is smiling and it's right next to mine
I drift into his world and i lose my mind

I'm his blue bell
I'm his new girl

We walk together into fields coloured blue
Kissed by the sun i want to lie beside you

New girl (blue bell...)

I'm his blue bell
I'm his new girl

More About VIOLENT INDIANA:
All Music Guide
review
lyrics
downloads

Musicwise, I prefer the voice of Liz Frazer... and the darker melodies and more complicated words of Cocteau Twins and This Mortal Coil. But this album is also nice for collectors.

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note: lol. imagine giving a cd mocking himself! some men are just plain stupid. hmm or he probably thinks i am in this case? pff! Giving off another Smack on his cheek again! *SLAP!

And this formerly pushed-around girl is defenitely a New Girl!

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atomicvelvetsigh drank tea with Pandora @ 12:15 PM

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atomicvelvetsigh said...: testing the comments here.. *sniff comments on the main blog is still suspended.. dont know how to fix tho... help!; 5/27/05, 2:18 AM

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