Stereophonics – Goldfish Bowl – Word Gets Around

I’ve not been recovering too well from all this birthday celebrating. I think the ketamine pushed me over the edge, even though, sad addict that I am, I’d give up all the rest, the 4 solid days of partying and drinking and friends and gorgeous dresses, just for more k instead.

I’m so ready for Australia, I feel really overwhelmed by the whole Taiwan affair and I just want to get out of here now. Friends have become a drag, a responsibility, an impediment. Ally needs to leave me some space to breathe. JS needs to work out his priorities. I need to pack. I think tomorrow I might just switch off my phone. Damn Facebook getting in the way though… *sigh* And work! Christ, why the fuck is work so depressingly… nah shut up dear. Work is ok, if I’m going to be sleeping in in the morning, then I can go out after work instead.

I love this album. I’m always surprised that it doesn’t get more recognition, because to be honest, I think it’s a classic — one of those albums where every single song is amazing. I love it, I’ve been listening to it for almost exactly ten years and I’m still not tired of it.

Goldfish Bowl is not one of my all-time favourites on the album. Usually I hear it but don’t really listen too carefully to it, preferring most of the other songs, which I know the lyrics to. This evening I’ve been thinking and self-loathing and writing my other journals and such… this came on and there are a few perfect lines…
The hall down town just burnt to the ground,
My boxing ring turned to ash,
Red-head, ginger bread, sells tickets at the door,
Stella sleep walks in the sand

I feel like my world, my show, my fight just suddenly dissolved beneath me and suddenly I, the redhead, fake display of sweetness, knocking back beer after beer, snorting line after line, am lost, disoriented, confused, I’m drinking, sinking, swimming, I’m drowning, working, smirking, learning, I’m burning, sleeping, thieving, cheating, beating, I’m eating, I’m deep in a goldfish bowl…

I’ve been through this before and I’ll be fine in a couple of days. The longing for ketamine will dull, the longing for S. will dull, the pain will dull, and soon it will be time to pack my bags and pull on my party shoes again in a new city. Find a new goldfish bowl…

Same long faces in the work-mans hall,
Caramel Crisp counts his birds,
Cliff Chips lines up his dominoes,
Kingfisher lead singer calms his nerves

I’m drinking, sinking, swimming,
I’m drowning, working, smirking, learning,
I’m burning, sleeping, thieving, cheating,
Beating, I’m eating, I’m deep in a goldfish bowl,
It’s sink or swim

The hall down town just burnt to the ground,
My boxing ring turned to ash,
Red-head, ginger bread, sells tickets at the door,
Stella sleep walks in the sand

I’m drinking, sinking, swimming,
I’m drowning, working, smirking, learning,
I’m burning, sleeping, thieving, cheating,
Beating, I’m eating, I’m deep in a goldfish bowl,
It’s sink or swim,
Looking in, They’re looking in

Hard up, outta luck, time to ride the village bike,
A bike been used ten times or more,
Grape vine, here’s the wife, lays down her royal flush,
I think I’ve lost another wife

I’m drinking, sinking, swimming,
I’m drowning, working, smirking, learning,
I’m burning, sleeping, thieving, cheating,
Beating, I’m eating, I’m deep in a goldfish bowl,
It’s sink or swim,
They’re looking in, its sink or swim

~ by orange on August 1, 2007.