Friday, February 5, 2010

chinese whispers...




i like to know everything. all the time. surprises are not my friend and secrets can f**k off and die sideways. for the past few months however, secrets and whispers and dancing in the dark have been pervading my all-knowing walls and causing me the kind of discomfort normally associated with heartburn and indigestion.

these haven't been my secrets. oh no. dictionary definition of katie dazzle = open book, and don't worry if you can't read because she can quite happily recite aloud.

but the secrets of others? with their closed lips, closed hearts and closed minds, i'm surprised they haven't turned inside out with the effort it takes to stay shut up so tightly. plus talk about dj paranoia - it's truly unbecoming to think everything is about you. all the time. it's not.

while my cure lies in the form of chalky white antacid tabs, i highly recommend you secret keepers chow down on a dose of mixtape. and open the freaking doors. xx

there's no secrets this year - silversun pickups

that's what i'm rooting for silversun pickups. ps. i think your voice sounds like a cherry flavoured robot.

hide and seek - imogen heap

i heard a horrid remix of this in a supermarket the other day. i wasn't even in a good isle, like the laundry/fabric softener one. luckily i still love the original.

little secrets - passion pit

no, cheeky and shiny little passion pit song. no matter how much you tingle at me, i will never love secrets. not even little ones.

i'm not calling you a liar - florence and the machine

i'm a terrible liar. don't get me wrong, i've told my fair share of porkies and little white ones too. but any time i do it eats me from the inside out and i always confess. because i know how disappointing it is when people you thought you could trust forever let you down.

liar - the cranberries

ok, ok katie dazzle, we get it, you don't like liars! it's just that all the secrets do tend to breed all the lies. vicious nasty trapping lies. agh, does that mean the the truth really does set you free? shitballs, i'm a cliche!

secret meeting - the national

well, where else do you think the secret keepers are hanging out? i bet they're wearing inspector gadget-esque trench coats as well.

a place to hide - white lies

ooh, this song is doubly deserving - track and band name style. you know where i like to hide? nowhere, cos i am always the finder. actually, i am really good at finding lost items, especially shiny things. probably i will open a detective agency soon too.

stop whispering - radiohead

seriously. especially the chinese style whispers. it's just chicken chow mean.

my secret - anna ternheim

hairspray works a treat on getting ink stains out of your favourite dress. ha, not a secret anymore, take that!

everybody's got something to hide except to hide except me and my monkey - the beatles

does that make me the monkey? i always imagained myself as more of a chimpanzee...

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