I dreamt of making that trip yesterday…….a trip to the street of dreams…….why do these memories resurface? and the songs replay?
Why do I have a picture in my note-book?
The picture of a someday……
Why are the words “Someday……you know what my fear is? that there will be no someday” written on it?
I Miss You Love ~ Maria Mena
Any day now...
“I’ve run out complicated theories
so now I’m taking back my words” I have made excuses …….and there is no excuse good enough……because it does not make sense……“Remind me why we decided this was for the best”…
It is not about wanting closure or solving a riddle…….I am just wondering when did that 2 second delay…..become permenent one……in that long distance conversation
“I know the distance is a factor but I stretch as often as I can” I gave in….and I gave up……. I wanted answers…….
“Don’t act like you don’t know me
It’s still me, I never changed” I did not intend the cold shoulder…..nor did I ever mean to not forget…..
Am I a mere memory now of a someday? I am just turning the pages in a notebook……and I hesitate to find that picture……of a someday…….and I will never not forget the day the phone rang on the other end of the line…..why is that virtual walk etched in my head……
I am falling asleep but I still want to write about this one song which brings back the feeling of nostalgia….
The one that is filled with memories of vulnerability and torment…..
All I Want~ Susie Suh
I don’t know if it is the piano……
I don’t know of it is her voice…..
I don’t know if it is the words…..or the pain in which she sings them…..
I can never get enough of this song….
As I sit, hearing it play endlessly…… I let myself drown…..in the myriad waves of emotions that sweep over me…
Free Falling...
“Too many times, I have wondered” she sings……“What all trying is for” ?? she wonders….
“You come around, I feel so down, I’m gonna drown” as she drowns…..in remorse and regret……because she knows …..“I know that you’ve fallen short”…….what it feels to be let down…..
“And too many times, I have wanted”……..and many times she has wanted to “To turn around and walk away“
Because she knows deep inside…….she cannot be provided with what she needs……
As she contemplates……leaving……..
“I tell you that I wanna go” but she really wants to stay
“I tell you that I wanna go, but I wanna stay”
She wants to stay….but she knows she is going to lose herself…..
“I tell you that I wanna go, but I wanna stay, I tell you that I wanna go, but I wanna stay, I wanna stay,I wanna stay,I wanna stay……But I know I’m gonna lose myself this way”
“but…..” she asks “do you know”? It doesn’t change……“The way I feel about you at the end of the day”
she knows what she wants when she says “That all I want is what you got”
As she is torn between what she needs and what her heart wants……But it changes nothing………
Nothing changes when you know…….
“But do you know, It doesn’t change
The way I feel about you at the end of the day
‘Cause I know
That all I want is what you got”
It’s funny when you talk to people on the phone……people you have never met before………
How do you put a face to a name or a voice? Beats me…..
Can you say much about people just by hearing their voice? I don’t know……..
Give Me Heart ~ Susie Suh
A Beautiful Voice and a Beautiful Song…… when I hear it….I always feel like there are feathers falling down all around…….in a slow but beautiful motion……..
Empty Streets
“The water is rushing in
I feel it on my skin
Our boat is sinking now”
Ever feel like you are phony sometimes?…….Like you are trying hard to be someone you are not……..
Like you are always swimming against the wrong tide…….
Like you are on the right track……but on the wrong train……
“I wake up
I grab my things
As the waves keep
Rollin’ in”
I wake up everyday and ask myself……how will I get there? but I never can find the answer ……
Simply because…..I dont know where I wanna go…….
“I ask myself
“Oh what’s the point?”
“What’s the point of it all?”
“What’s the point?””
Honestly…..what is the point?……….when does it begin to stop? and when does it really start to begin?
“Time goes by so slow
When you’re waiting
For a rescue boat
The water’s getting cold”
One thing I do know is that there is not much I do know…..
“All I ever really wanted was to”
Close my eyes and hear the waves crash endlessly…….
“All I ever really wanted was to”
Feel the sand under my bare feet……
“All I ever really wanted was to”
Wake up, not worrying about how I am going to get there…….because I am where I ought to be…..where I belong
Ok enough with the political angsts….and anti-human rants already!
Okay…I get it am not a revolutionary writer……well not even a proper writer TBH……..how about that for penance?
Just one question
I was shopping one day with my aunt ……and this song played on the radio…….I wanted this song so bad….
All I knew was the tune…..and could remember just that one line…..that one controversial line……..
What if God was one of us??
And I was hooked….
One of us~ Joan Osborne
“What if God was one of us,
Just a slob like one of us”
What simplicity…….
She blew me away with this song…..
It got me thinking…….. What if he was?
What if he was the stranger we see everyday on the way to work….
“Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home”
I have so many mixed feelings about this song….and to this day I do not know what is she trying to convey?
“He’s trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone”
Why did he strike her as a lonely figure? have we alienated him soo much?
“Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in Rome”
I find it ironical…….
I have to give it to her…..she did have a sense of Humour…….
That is what I love about him too, I guess …..no matter how abstract he is…….he has a sense of humour……..and maybe sometimes we are way to dumb to get his jokes…….
What about that one question you would ask him….if you saw him?
Honestly I don’t know……
What would you ask……
“Hi…. Nice to meet you….Hows the weather up there?”
or
“Oh well hello there…..thought I’d never see you…..(Ever!)..now can we go over last year’s finances please? I think I really deserved that Ferrari…..”
Hmmmmm how about…
“Yo, Wassup Doc…..tell us all about your crib “Heaven”… Is it poppin?”
“Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the Pope maybe in Rome”
I don’t know….I guess…I’d go…
“hmmm…sorry I dint call as often as I should’ve….and am sorry I spent the last 25 years costing you….can I please make it up to you over the next 25?…..”
“Trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone….”
Missing Soundtrack 