you don't sparkle [in my eyes]

I am not here. I am an hologram
I am not here. I am gone
What you see is a ghost
I am outta here
I am on my way to the tube
Got to get to them
Through automatic doors
Got to see it through…
They are waiting for me
Man Utd vs Arsenal
Sir Alex vs monsieur Wenger
And I have to pop up @ S&M to do some exchange… don’t ask
Time is running out
They’re not the only ones waiting
Can’t stand me now, don’t stand them up…
Down corridors…
Music is floating around
Got to go, even without a paddle


The Journey, take one…

He’s leaving the building.
He zips up his coat.
He starts walking.
The air is cold, it sobers him up.
He puts on his earphones, presses play.
Sounds fill up his mind. 28 Days Later OST, Queens Of The Stone Age covering Romeo Void, Trashplants… Fuckin’ great! Fuckintastic!!! Still walking...
No money in his pocket, no chains around his neck.
No questions asked, no strings attached.
All by himself.
If only this winter could last longer…
And then the batteries were low and music stopped. That was when Martin showed up, picked up an old fashioned, shiny microphone and did an a capella version of…
BY DEFAULT BY DESIGN
Almost 15 years later, I can still recall him singing these haunting words…

By default by design

Time after time

Maybe you earned it,

Maybe you spurned it

But you got it...

You got it

Call it attraction or charm

Sound the alarm

Maybe you earned it,

Maybe you spurned it

But you got it...

Yes, you got it


Breaking hearts your speciality?

Why did you ever have to come so close to me

Was it love or morbid curiosity?

Either way I’d say that love’s a possibility

Come a little closer,

Let me see you in close detail

The object of my affections

Walked off in the other direction


By default by design

Time after time

Maybe you earned it,

Maybe you spurned it

But you got it...

You got it

Call it attraction or charm

Sound the alarm

Maybe you earned it,

Maybe you spurned it

But you got it...

Yes, you got it


Modern day romeo’s,

Modern day juliet’s

Selling their love for a packet of cigarettes

Still I remember the day that we first met...

And yet so far, so good

So what else can we ever expect?

Come a little closer, let me see you in close detail

The object of my affections walked off in the other direction


By default by design

Time after time

Maybe you earned it,

Maybe you spurned it

But you got it...

You got it

Call it attraction or charm

Sound the alarm

Maybe you earned it,

Maybe you spurned it

But you got it...

Yes, you got it

Gasp… Now that’s what I call a Beauty Stab…
Don’t worry, I’m only bleeding. It's nothing. Just a bruise. Now.. let's cruise for some more booze...