Gramophone and scars

We headed down to the sparkling new Gramophone store down in Takashimaya yesterday to see what the buzz was and I've got to admit, it was pretty much love at first sight. I like music stores. I love DVD shops. And Gramophone's a little bit of both. (Shameless plug? Nah...I ain't getting paid)

Well, it's got to be a first: They've also got a video rental service. What more could a movie geek ask for?

AnywayI was browsing through the music section and I zeroed in on the Missy Higgins CD The Sound of White and I actually considered picking it up. The only song I've heard from the album's Scar and considering the fact that I <3 style="font-style: italic;">that bad, just that the two kickass tracks blew everything else out of the water.)

So here I sit wondering if The Sound of White is worth getting. That said, here're the lyrics that got me thinking to begin with.

He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note
That said "use these down to your bones"
And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him
I thought "this one knows better than I do"

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I'd fit

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?

So the next one came with a bag of treats,
she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
she told me don't trust them, trust me
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,
looked at my insides clicking her tongue
and said "This will all have to come undone"

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
She tried to blunt me so I'd fit

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
So that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?

I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody
buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?

How much more poetical can you be when talking about expectations people have on you? It's great stuff.
:)