*radio chatter* We got a 4:20 on the West side

Just off the top if any of you do not know what a 420 is... well it is the police code from cannabis/pot or such. And pot heads like to calibrate buy smoking a big bowl of the crap on 4/20.

Anyway since I have researched and lived in the land of Hell (DP) I think that pot smoking is even dumber! Smoking pot can bring this shit on!! That alone is more then enough reason to avoid it like the black death. Not that I would want to use that shit anyway... I have better ways to kill my brain cells.

*sigh* just dumb as Hell.






On a brighter note my three "Enter the Haggis" CDs came in the mail finally! Listened to them in the car as me and John drove around doing errands. I loved more then half the songs and the other half are still rather good. Only disliked one that I ca recall.

Next time I will just buy them locally. But they had a deal on three in a bundle so I thought why not, right? Oh well ya live, ya learn.

One Last Drink - Enter the Haggis (kinda quiet video dang it)


I still wanna pick up another CD from them called "Aerials" which I can't find sold any place even Ebay -_-.... I will find it though!!

Other CDs that I want to get are:
-"Everything Is Borrowed" - "The Streets"

The Escapist - The Streets


-Some of the CDs by the "Battlefield band" maybe their newest "Dookin"

Battlefield Band in concert 2006


I feel like I'm forgetting something but hey that is the slip of my mind as of late. Never mind I will get it back lol.



I also received in the mail today my book "A Life at Last" from Paul David's site "Anxiety no More". So far it is interesting yet a hard read. Hard as in I know that it is going to be a suck it up and grin and bear it kind long and hard slog.

It boils down to thus: Ignore the odd, bad, weird hard to tolerate feelings and go about your normal life. Then let your body do the natural thing and "...heal thyself" (Hebrew Proverb). Add in the ideas of Shaun O Conner of the DP manual and you have keep your mind and hands always busy thus not letting in the horrible odd malicious thoughts and you got a holistic and then add in the herbal supplements and green tea (and such) for the homeopathic part and finish off with anti-anxiety meds for the whole package.

Kinda got off on a mini rant there. Paul David's book says just 'let come what comes' and don't fight it but don't run from it either. Face it but show it no mind.

Not new but very different from what we normally do when faced with a condition (as DP/DR, anxiety is NOT a illness). Most fight and that is not what we are to do to let the body "... heal thyself".

*le sigh*

I got off on many mini rants and yes I got on the subject of DP but how could I not today while ranting about 420?

I really need The Streets CD lol

The Edge of a Cliff - The Streets



I'm really okay, thanks,
there's nothing to witness
I said as I looked back from the edge of a cliff
The old man looking down lent over the ridge struck with a grin as if a blessing had hit him.

I slumped on the jut of the cliff
Just leave me alone, this is none of your business
I will, said the old man, but just one thing,
And what he said was so lovely it stunned me.

He said: I lay right there once at the edge of the rock.
I was ready to jump, I was ever so lost,
But this gentleman stopped and said something I never forgot

Chorus
For billions of years since the outset of time
Every single one of your ancestors has survived
Every single person on your mum and dad's side
Successfully looked after and passed on to you life.
What are the chances of that, like?
It comes to me once in a while
And everywhere I tell folk it gets the best smile.

And then the old man walked away and out of sight
Til the sound of him hiking turned to the sound of silence.
I just froze in a profound surprise and from down on my pride I found a smile to my eyes.

And for many days again I've been passing the same cliff and on many occasions I'd chance on the same thing.

Laying in the moss, in the same way I was would be another man looking like he needed a change of luck.

So I'd say: I lay right there once at the edge of the rock.
I was ready to jump, I was ever so lost,
But this gentleman stopped and said something I never forgot

Chorus x 2

More Streets to walk down

The Escapist - The Streets


All these walls were never really there,
Nor the ceiling or the chair.
I’m eking weeks of peace at the beach
I see the breezes weave the trees,
These walls, you’ll find, are yours and mine
Defined not by them, I
I’m in times that lie behind my eyelids,
The sunset still the rising silence,

(Chorus)
I’ll not feel no fear
Cos' I‘m not really here
I’m nowhere near here

There’s no rain on roof that grates and beats me
My favourite tree breaking light to pieces
Sprinkling, sharded light on me
Throw a stone as hard as you can
And hearing with hand not here at land
Nothing taxi, dusting sand
My window world spins and twirls,
The walls then fall, I recall the sort
White clouds white wash faded spotless
The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks
The cold is all illusion thought up
Stroll on the shore, snooze and explore
All possibilities in each new morning,
‘til satisfied reaching out, yawning
Fish in a big dish, some rice and spice,
Salt over shoulder, never salted so tight
The truth I have told was silence sometimes
But who’s soul does not hide any crimes
Wrapped in walls, encircled by work
The walls fall - the story occurs
No barrier, no boundary or ‘low us ID’s
The freedom to stay off straight
Be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end

(Chorus x2)

Pale, ancient woods, strew white sandy bays
This ugly room pales away today
I’m swimming in the ocean
I sink slow motion
Fingers, toes, floating
Every year ‘til yesterday
I see the eternal setting sea
I compare all this to me,
It’s all fleeting momentary me
I blink my eyes, this is reminding me
Life flies in the blink of an eye
The old die for reasons, new tides for seasons
New life born is like teasing
All these walls were really never there
Nor the ceiling or the chair
I’m eking weeks of peace at the beach
I see the breezes weave the trees
I am not here at all,
You are dearly fooled,
I see bristling trees, the shush at the sea
Mischievous
Fluttering seagulls
No.
I’m not trapped in a box, so I am glancing at rocks
I’m dancing off docks
Since this stance began
That’s where I am

(Chorus x2)

So done.

Great song!

Someone posted up a quote from this song in one of the quote communities and so I just felt like posting up the song for you to hear.


Everything is Borrowed - The Streets

New beats for the day

Everything Is Borrowed - The Streets




That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings




1,2,3,4 - Plain White T's