Frustration station

Since being back in London, I've had a marked drop in my ability to tolerate the ineptitude and general sheep-like actions of people. Commuting is prime ground for really stupid people and their really stupid way of just standing in the doorway. You can only say 'excuse me...' so many times before huffing and pushing past, y'know?

So anyway, this song made me smile on the bus today, I wish someone would surprise me at work and whisk me away somewhere new. They'd tell me they'd cleared it with my boss and all my work was covered for the rest of the day week. Sigh. It's a nice thought huh.

"The Postal Service - Brand New Colony"

I'll be the grapes fermented, Bottled and served with the table set In my finest suit, like a perfect gentlemen

I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in
An open tab when your judgement's on the brink

I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back
As you're lying there drifting off to sleep...

I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes

I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch cold

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth

We'll cut out bodies free
From the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names
Identities erased

The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet

In this brand new colony