Groundhog Day

It's Groundhog Day.
Hold that thought; I'll come back to it. Quiet and meaningful songs seem to be on the up again in my life: First Sara Bareilles and some other lady do an awesome Winter Song with a brilliant video, and now 'Rose' has entered my life. Don't google her, you'll come up with 20 gazillion different artists. She sings in English but I think she's French. Either that, or I've got her mixed up with the French Rose who looks and sounds very similar and was in the same section of iTunes. One way or another, all six of her songs are beautiful and epic, a bit like Amy MacDonald. I'd definitely reccomend her to anyone who liked that song from the end of Prince Caspian when they went through the tree.
Anyway, there's chance I'll be able to get a band together from people in my year. I would get Tom involved from the year below, as it was our joint idea in the first place, but it's difficult to coordinate when I'm in an almost completely separate part of the school to him and I only go back to my proper hometown once a week at the most. But don't worry, you can join us next year. Anyway, that's quite exciting, and I'm sure we'll be churning out number ones faster than a binary computer (aka Rihanna) before long. So far there's me as pianst/keyboardist and a possible singer and a possible drummer. And speaking of the band, I managed to bung Rose, the Time Machine, angst at Groundhog Day syndrome and a couple of other magic ingredients into the music grinder and create this ferocious beast:
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The Songs That Remind Me Of You
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I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide my head.
Woke me up when all I wanted to do
Was put my thoughts to bed.
Don’t know how I got there,
Couldn’t go back, even though I wanted to.
But now the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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Let me go, so I can find the fastest
Road back to my home.
Oh, the longer I stay with you,
The more my heart is bound to roam.
Oh, just let me go, so I can find another
Chance to start anew.
Now the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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Oh, the Sun’s coming down, and there’s no-one around,
And I’ve got nothing to do.
But the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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I made a list of a thousand things
I wanted you to say.
Don’t close the curtains, I’m scared that I
Won’t see the light of day.
Sometimes you’ll say I’m lonely,
And I’ll wish that that were true,
But now the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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Time goes by, and I can’t tell
What tomorrow’s Sun will bring.
But maybe one of these days, you’ll hear at last
The lonely song I sing.
Well, until that day, I’ll go my way,
And see the battle through.
As the radio plays
The songs that remind me of you.
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Oh, the Sun’s coming down, and there’s no-one around,
And I’ve got nothing to do.
But the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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Oh, I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide my head.
(I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide my head.)
I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide my head.
(I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide my head.)
I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide my head.
(I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide my head.)
I found paradise
Looking for a place to hide…
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Oh, the Sun’s coming down, and there’s no-one around,
And I’ve got nothing to do.
But the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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Oh, the Sun’s coming down, and there’s no-one around,
And I’ve got nothing to do.
But the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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Oh, the radio’s playing
The songs that’ll get me through.
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Oh, the radio’s playing
The songs that I never knew.
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Oh, the radio’s playing
The songs that remind me of you.
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Of you…
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Anyway, enough of that silliness. You want to know about Groundhog Day. Well, yeah. Everyone reading this must know about my series of complete failures in the romance department. Anyway, a few months ago I thought I had finally found someone. But it turns out today that all she wants is to be 'really good friends'. How does that song by the Rogue Traders go? "I never liked you, even when I tried to". Well, maybe that is a bit strong, but it's how I feel now. Deja Vu? Most probably... To be honest, once you've been rejected nine or ten times, it doesn't really hurt you. It's like having the poke-proof coat on (another story). And besides, I was actually quite enjoying being single. So what does the future hold? It seems that's not for me to decide. Ah well, all this time we were pretending. So much for my happy ending.

Jack