Bones sinking like stones

I had an epiphany today. I think it was due to a lack of food and sleep and spending too long in a warm coffee shop talking too much but it was an epiphany nonetheless. I stood in the train station and I knew what the fuck I was doing.

But it was gone when I got off the train.

Having listened to two of Coldplay's new songs I have to say I'm cautiously optimistic about their new album although I wished they had chosen one name. Viva la Vida or Death and all his friends is so bloody pretentious. I don't mind long titles but pick one! Death and all his friends is a great album name! It's not like I was ever a huge Coldplay fan. I could listen to Don't Panic forever though. If I died with that song on I would not die unhappy. As long as that exists I cannot hate Coldplay. Plus Parachutes was one of those albums I owned like The Man Who or No Angel that I got in America and was a different colour to the UK version or Left of the Middle which I bought for a fiver the very first time I went to Fopp in Byres Road. Albums that became soundtracks and meant something to me and I wrote terrible, terrible little stories in my makeshift room in amongst all my little dramas.

Anyway I did not listen to X and Y because Fix You was awful. I mean how how is I will try to fix you romantic in any way. Fuck you Chris Martin I will fix myself. I dunno basically Fix You rubbed me up the wrong way and maybe I shouldn't project my own issues with men onto a band.

But I do like their single although I was pretty influenced by the video and that piano ending being so damn pretty and the itunes song is also pretty good so maybe it will not be bad? Yay for Brian Eno? We shall see.

Also I really, really fucking love Bjork.