Weather bad

[eye_of_a_cat]

It's half-past ten, I want to go to bed, I'm stranded on the other side of campus from home, and it is pouring down with rain. This is what I get for 'waiting for the rain to stop' in Scotland, where the rain never stops. (Except for two weeks in August, which we call 'Heatwave'.)

Right. I shall type out song lyrics I like until the rain has died down a bit.


Plea From A Cat Named Virtute

Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to - I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing
They're not helping anything
They won't make you strong

So we should open up the house, invite the tabby two doors down,
You could ask your sister, if she doesn't bring her basset hound
Ask the things you shouldn't miss, tape-hiss and the modern man
The Cold War and card catalogues, to come and join us if they can

For girly drinks and parlour games, we'll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off the sharp edge of a century
Talk about the weather or the way the weather used to be

And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill,
Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment
Lie down, lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you're strong

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
And frankly that thing doesn't really interest me
I swear I'm gonna bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
If you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating
Since the day you brought me home
I know you're strong

That's not a typo in the title, by the way. I love this song.