thought of the day

So here's the little thought I had this morning: if we call people from Poland Poles, why don't we call people from Holland Holes?

There's this little song going in my head.

Learning to fly
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswetpt field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I though of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of teh corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through teh roof of teh night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Toungue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I

I don't really know why this song is on repeat mode in my brain, especially the 4 lines
A soul in tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
I think this song is just as depressing and as sad as Mad World, even sadder I suppose, all depends on my mood when I listen to it. I'm quite depressed at the moment and that song doesn't really cheer me up at all.

Found this thing on the internet. I thought that it's hilarious. I'll definitely remember this when I'm about to type a suicide note.