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Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts

A cup of coffee and a fake smile to go, please.


S: Dormi?
H: Nu inca. Da' tu n-ai somn, ma?
S: Nu... Sunt lunatica, emo si deprimata. Ma invart printre bloguri, teste si plug-in-uri pentru Firefox. Si am chef sa ma plimb cu tine prin parc. Si sa te tin strans de mana. Si sa fie cald, si sa facem dragoste in curtea din spate a casei noastre de la mare, pe o patura spalata cu Cocolino. Vezi, ti-am zis ca sunt lunatica.

"It's so cold around me
I hurry to the next stop
I'm waiting, for something
For someone, to steer me back to my life
Steer me back to my life

My world is turning too fast
And I can't get off this spin
I'm moving somewhere I don't want
But all I do is fake a smile

When will I break
When does the ice break
When will I dare to press rewind and start all over"

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Ma dezgusta lumea plastica si falsa in care traim. Si asta e tot ce am sa spun. Refuz sa ma obosesc sa detaliez.

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Uneori lucrurile care sunt intr-un fel ar trebui sa fie altfel, si totusi la fel in acelasi timp. Si desi nimic nu are sens, si lucruile care ar trebui sa existe intr-o poveste sunt aruncate in alta, mereu o sa existe vreo carte in care sa ne gasim replici pentru dialogurile destepte, sau - daca nu, macar una prafuita prin care sa ne notam lucrurile care nu au mai avut loc in cartile carora le apartineau de fapt.
Si asa ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata multumindu-le lui Dumnezeu si celor de la Microsoft si Adobe si Apple (si probabil ca ar mai fi cativa) pentru minunile create de fiecare in parte, pentru zambetele de plastic, editoarele de text, mintile crete, sufletele pierdute, iPhone-uri, creativitate, naivitate, lacrimi, minciuni, putere, stapanire de sine si internet - in no particular order.
Si adorm purtand un zambet modelat suav in Corel, fredonand o melodie pe care o ascult la radioul vechi din bucatarie al bunicului. Si uneori visez la acele perioade din zi si/sau din noapte care imi arata ca fiecare sacrificiu in parte merita.

Somn usor.

Everything for free...


“I don’t know who you are…”
There are moments in your life when you just want to die.
.
“But you seem very nice…”
The pain is so immense that you don’t even want it to go away anymore.
.
“So will you talk to me?”
Because you know that there’s no way for it to ever disappear.
.
“Shall I tell you a story?”
No way to ever forget it.
.
“Should I tell you a dream?”
And the worst part is that…
.
“They think I’m crazy…”
… you are all alone when this happens.
.
“But they don’t know that I like it here…”
Truth be told, we all end up alone in moments like these.
.
“It’s nice in here…”
And we eventually accept it.
.
“I get everything for free…”
Most of the times, we accept it for someone else, though.
.
“Have you been here before?”
We make a sacrifice.
..
“Shall I show you around?”
Because, come to think of it…
.
“It’s very pretty…”
… it’s way easier to bear your own pain…
.
“Have you come here to stay?”
… than to see the one you love dealing with it all.
.
“Well, you sure picked a day…”
Way easier to walk away…
.
“My name is Billy…”
… than to stay and let the other one suffer.
.
“It's my birthday, you're invited to my party down the hall…”
Not easy.
.
“Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be…”
Just easier…
.
“I’ll never know…”
Selfless, if you will…
.
“But I am sure that I’ll get everything for free…”

I ain't there just yet.


I don't know who I am
And I ain't there just yet
There's this light leading me
But my legs... - they won't follow.


I don't know who you are
And you're still far away
Your strength gives me hope
But I ain't there just yet.

Goodbye.


Tears falling from the sky
All those leaves sayin' "Goodbye!"
In a world of loneliness
Where's the dream of happiness?
Snowflakes cutting thick cold air
No one else is left to dare
Killing love was the last act
Now we all have to accept the fact
That remembering love songs
Is the last thing that belongs
In here, down here
In a nightmare of fear.

Tears pouring down the street
Made an ocean our last meet
But the pain from your dark eyes
That - I couldn't think it lies
It would talk about forever
About things you can remember
About you and me together
About lives becoming better
About lies that will end never
That was our last meeting ever.

Tears shaping your cold body
Couldn't it have been somebody
Else laying here in my arms
Keep you far from any harms
My tears wouldn't wash the blood
My regrets wouldn't cover the mud
Of death, a trip without an ending
But we all have to accept the bidding
A bet we lose and have to pay
Without asking why it has to be that way
We pay and close our eyes forever
Just hoping this and that will never
Turn out to be wrong ways to "better"
'Cause "Goodbye!" will be our ever.

title lost somewhere in a dark corner.

it's not much, but it's my life.


grab my hand
and take me far away
make the bad
disappear
and the darkness,
make it glow.

i know i can be complicated
i know i sometimes lose it
i know i make a fuss
out of anything.

but in the end
it doesn't really matter,
does it?
'cause it's not much, but it's my life.
so tread carefully...

old habits die hard. or never at all.
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Today I learnt silence. *drowns in silence*
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Listening to: Imaginary - Evanescence
Reading: Getting Rid Of Matthew
Watching: America's Next Top Model Cycle 10, Episode 11
Playing: Jenny's Fish Shop
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In my field of paper flowers
And candied clouds of multiply
I lay inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me.
(Evanescence - Imaginary)
*Click to download song.

Music Vs. Lyrics And Beyond That


I was listening to Peyton's podcast (Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill, played by Hilarie Burton) and she was talking about the fact that there are 2 types of people: music people and lyrics people. She says that lyrics people tend to be analytical - trying to find the true hidden meaning of every single line of the songs, while music people only care about the beat.
So I was thinking... I had my 'I'm a lyrics person.' period and I also had my 'I'm all about the music.' days. But I guess I mostly care about the lyrics, since I tend to interpret everything and see things that aren't even there. Plus that I dance like a drunk sheep, so... the pure beat isn't exactly what touches me. I mean, yeah, I have my 'close your eyes and let the sound flow all around you and dream and dream and dream or just do nothing at all' moments, but those are rare. And even then, I usually feel like hearing some lyrics in the background, just so I can think of something random or maybe just focus on the lyrics without choosing a particular subject to focus on.
Peyton said that maybe sometimes it's easier to be a music person, 'cause you always take things slow, you're down to earth, you won't try to find a completely different meaning to everything and you don't risk to lose yourself into the darkness that often. (OK, Peyton only said that sometimes it seems easier to be a music person. The rest is on me.)
Also, I googled the whole music versus lyrics thing (isn't versus kind of a rigid term?) and I realized that I am just one of the many people who ask what's more important: music or lyrics? But I guess when I started writing this post I wasn't exactly thinking of this question in particular. I guess I had in mind something beyond that. I was wondering what's the relationship between music/lyrics and brain/heart. Is it like... If I like the lyrics in a song, it means that I am most probably a rational person, who always listens to her brain and never does reckless things? And if I happen to like the sound rather than the lyrics, it's my heart that's doing all the talking for me?
Because, honestly, I find this so terribly wrong. I mean, I am totally a lyrics person 99% of the time and I am the most incredibly reckless and heart-led person you'll ever meet. And what's with the whole 'the sound touches your heart' thing? 'Cause as far as I can see this, the sound will most probably make you move, have different reactions and sensations. And once again, as far as I know, mechanical reactions and physical sensations are controlled by our brain, not by our heart. And please, do not come up with the example about those feeling that come from the bottom of our hearts and make us cry or laugh or kill ourselves. You know very well that I'm talking about a completely different thing in here, so don't try to be a smart ass.
*pauses*
You know what I realized while writing all these things? That nothing makes any sense at all, if you stop and analyze it. I mean, look at what I just wrote. That I am talking about something different. But, come to think of it, I am not talking about such different things at all. And still, both of the arguments make perfect sense, don't they?
So maybe.. Maybe some things are simply pointless and stupid and pure non-senses. Or maybe they have more than one meaning and they make more sense than so many things in this whole world. Which sounds more likely. I mean, think of it for a second. And yes, I know that I use the 'think of it' phrase a lot, but... I am really hoping that someone will someday make all these things clear for me. So as I was saying, we tend to schematize and put everything under precise labels and sometimes we simply forget that there are thing which simply can't be labeled. Like music.
Music simply is. Music, be it music with lyrics or pure beat, is simply music. And it makes you cry, die, laugh, smile, write, sleep, dance, think, miss, play, compose, eat, draw, sew, talk, sing, paint your walls or hug some random stranger. Do you agree? Now look at all the actions I just wrote. At least half of them are totally analytical actions, while the other half is pure creation. But for all those actions, you need passion and you need conscious willing actions. Actions controlled by your head. So why on earth should we struggle to find any correspondence between music, lyrics and human elements (be them physical or not), when it all turns out to be a mix containing a little bit of everything?
As for the question I asked in the beginning of all this rambling, I am most definitely a lyrics person. First of all because I am a writer. So I appreciate words rather than any other aspect. And secondly because I am a full-time dreamer. And lyrics always make me dream. Of nothing in particular.
So how about you, strangers? Are you most likely to think of yourselves as music people or lyrics people?
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P.S. I was also thinking of starting my own podcast, but I quickly gave up the idea, 'cause I'd probably be terrible at it. *laughs* No, wait, I am actually sure about the terrible part.
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Today I learnt the concept of non-sense. And you know what? There's nothing in this world that makes more sense than a total non-sense.
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Listening to: Bethany Joy Lenz - If You're Missing
Reading: Love The One You're With
Watching: Happy Tree Friends - Candy Eye
Playing: Cook
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Don’t it get lonely out there, little darling
Well come on home
I’ll be here with open arms
To hold you
When you arrive
I’ll be here with open arms
To show you
Where you belong
If you’re missing come on home.
(Bethany Joy Lenz - If You're Missing)
*Click to download song.

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