I'm back from my epic Vietnam/Cambodia trip (will post about that later) and am preparing for the complete shitstorm that will hit with assignments and essays (6000 word Human Rights Law essay? 5000 word Medical Law essay??? 15 minute Radio News Bulletin? 2 x 5000 word take-home law exams- seriously, university is such a downer).
But my daddy is also coming this weekend (yay- so I will be able to get some winter clothes off him).
Celebrated Halloween (why oh why is HK so cool?).
But now all I can think of is a special someone who, despite the fact that we can't be together, will always be in my heart..........<3
Flame Trees - by Cold Chisel.
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Written by Steve Prestwich/Don Walker
From "Twentieth Century"
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
I'm just savouring familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long forgotton feeling of her
Time to book a room and stay tonight.
Number one is to find some friends to say "You're doing wel..."
After all this time you boys look just the same."
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels,
And settle in to play "Do you remember so and so?".
Number three is never say her name.
And Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace,
Everything within it's place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.
But Oh! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway?
You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here, at a table with old friends
And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies.
And there's a girl, she's falling in love, near where the pianola stands..
With a young local factory auto-worker, just holding hands
And I'm wondering if he'll go or if he'll stay.
Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field in our day
Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town.
There's no change, there's no pace,
Everything within it's place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.
Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town.
There's no change, there's no pace,
Everything within it's place
Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.
