Got a lot of things to say picking up at the middle is more appropriate than the beginning. Things ought to be in their place, even memories whilst we are on the topic of picking up where we left off, how do you pick up a life hastily abandoned years ago?
Million Faces~ Paolo Nutini
You know the story of the frog that sat in a well and wished to see the stars shining up in the dark brooding skies? Well it went something like this…so the frog finally got out of the well and to this new exciting outside world spite of the froggy peers advise about the big bad world. Lets fast forward a couple of frog years , so Mr. Learned Frog returns to the well (Don’t ask me why) all learned sans the “Worldly Wise” attitude, hoping to slip back to normalcy knowing all that he knew, and seeing all that he had seen. I cannot remember for the life of me how the story ended, but normal in Mr. Frog’s life was quite underrated, yes you heard me right, I said underrated He was wise but not wise enough to know Normal was not what he would get when he did get back. You see the problem was this – Mr. Frog had a heart that belonged in the well, but a mind that had aged beyond his years.. Slowing down was not his problem, it was the falling behind. Anyways I might suck at storytelling, but I hope you get the gist. I have no moral of the story, nor a quirky clever sign off, but if I must end I say this “Oh how we chase the past…..and yet soo afraid to find it breathing down the neck all but to tie a noose”
Until next time….
“Oh a million faces pass my way
Oh they’re all the same, nothing seem to change anytime I look around ,Oh who knows just what the future holds”
When the Stars go Blue ~ Tyler Hilton & Bethany Joy Lenz
When I went back home this time, I was looking at all the old family pictures, My mum proudly showed me her wedding album which had undergone a makeover…..
I had forgotten how much I loved those pictures ….. they were all black and white……don’t ask me how? and Why? ….I don’t know why the most important day of my parent’s life was shot in black and white…(of course being an arid fan of the BW images…..I totally approve)…Rest assured colour photos did exist around the time they got married…..its just one of those things I will never know…..
I took a few shots of these pictures with my camera, I didn’t think it was right to ask my mom if I could take a few away with me….not like she would have refused…..they both looked quite sweet in those pictures……and I could not have been more proud…..
This picture here is a snippet of a shot with both of them in it……though the velvet flower pinned to my dad’s suit was lost by the time the big day was over… I still love his navy blue tie and not to mention the crisp white shirt which happens to be his trademark……nothing I can say or describe would do justice to how my mother looked that day…….in all that grandeur……elegant and classy…are the words I am looking for..lets just say……I approve of my father’s taste in women……
“Dancing where the stars go blue
Dancing where the evening fell
Dancing in my wooden shoes
In a wedding gown”
I never had to travel far, search history books or read fairy tales to find an epic romance……. I just know two people who have lived one for the past 26 years……..
“Dancing out on seventh street
Dancing through the underground
Dancing little marionette
Are you happy now,”
One thing I do know for sure is that they don’t make them like this anymore……
Imagine a film roll just running continuously in front of you without stopping, random images rolling in a restless pattern, like someone hit a fast forward button on the running print………500 Days Of Summer……..I don’t know how I feel about the rest of the soundtrack of this movie but this one is an absolute delight…….a Mad rush…….I cannot explain.
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“We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious”
I wonder if she will ever forgive me for missing out on her life so much…..
We were comrades ……I hope we still are…
She is everything I am not…….
But we are like two different beats of the same song….
Just the same but somehow different…….
Aicha ~ Outlandish
“So sweet, so beautiful
Everyday like a queen on her throne
Don’t nobody knows how she feels
Aicha, Lady one day it will be real”
I have beautiful memories of her in my childhood…..
We could claw each others eyes out…..
And cry holding each other at the same time…..
She is what I call a lifeline…..
And she knows me all too well….
“Lord knows the way she feels
Everyday in his name she begins
To have her shining right here by my side
I’d sacrifice all them tears in my eyes”
All the secrets we shared….
The laughter and the tears….
It was always us against the world……..
“She needs somebody to lean on
Someone body, mind & soul
To take her hand, to take her world
And show her the time of her life, so true
Throw the pain away for good”
To Mothers who are, will be and were meant to be…..
In My Arms ~ Plumb
Kings & Queens
To the child in my dreams….
“Your baby blues
So full of wonder
Your curly cues
Your contagious smile
And as I watch
You start to grow up
All I can do is hold you tight”
“I saw you again yesterday…..It seems like we are meant to meet this way…..
I see you……when you think I cannot….
I want you to know ……You were never unspoken of…. far from it…….
I spoke about you all day…..everyday…….
I remember you like a name in the holy book…..
You were my saving grace……
You were our saving grace…….
We never wished you away……
We were the children of that storybook…….
And you our little princess from the fairytale….”
“Story books full of fairy tales
Of kings and queens and the bluest skies
My heart is torn just in knowing
You’ll someday see the truth from lies “
“It is not pain that I feel, but the cold realization,
Of the promise I made….
It is the image of you…..
Your hazel eyes……
Your golden brown hair…..
Your Olive skin…….
See I was a little girl……who loved to dream……
A little girl…….
just like a little girl you would grow up to be…..
But little girls grow up too……”
“Castles they might crumble
Dreams may not come true
But you are never all alone
Because I will always
Always love you “
“I see you……..
I know we see you….
Even though it is no longer ‘us’
We loved you before you came…..
We always loved you as a part of us…..
A part our dream…..
A part of our fairytale……
Precious the name…..
Precious the memory…..
And I pray for the memory…..
You were the Sweetest truth……
You will always be our saving grace…..
You will always be my saving grace…..”
“Clouds will rage
And storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms”
“I haven’t really ever found a place that I call home….I never stick around quite long enough to make it…”
I find myself running all the time…. I have no idea from what…. Sometimes it stares at me….and I convince myself not to reach out and grab it….
“If My life is for rent….and I don’t learn to buy….
well I deserve nothing more than I get…
cause nothing I own is truly mine…..”
I cannot put my finger on it….. all of my life I have a picture that I think is perfect…..perfect for me…….. but is it?
For once I do not know what I want….. I knew it all along….and now I don’t
“I always thought I’d love to live by the sea…… to travel the world alone….and live life more simply…..I have no idea what’s happening to that dream …..as there is really nothing that is left here to stop me”
What stops me? ME….. like they say I am my worst enemy….. Have I exiled myself? yes…. Have I stopped myself? yes…. Why? I don’t think I can ever explain…
“While my heart is a shield and I won’t let it down……” it is not about putting a guard up…. it is about being stubborn….it is about wanting to control what happens so there are no surprises good or bad….. all these preconceived notions that poison what can be conceived….
“While I am so afraid to fail so I won’t even try” can you blame me?
How do you make a start? ….. a start on something bittersweet….. I am conscious of the fact that this little project of mine is starting to have a very heavy, deep, dark undertone to it….. I could either choose to brighten it up or leave it be…. Actually I dont care what kind of theme or pattern it follows….. All I care about is the picture and the song that mean something to me…..
Coming back to the soundtrack….. I remember the theme was bittersweet…. well let me remind Euston(i.e. blogville) I am no music critic and my taste in music is just “Mine” not out there to be categorized…..for people who stay away from Home….. stay away from everything they have ever known all their life…moving from town to town……. Michael Buble- Home
Can you hear the people sing?
This song defines home like no other (well at least for me) and I think this man is pure genius mixed with class.
Another summer day has come and gone away….. in Paris and Rome – he simply says “I wanna go home”
He explains how he has it all but yet he misses that one thing- Home…. he knows he is lucky and all…. “Let me go home” he says “I got to go home” , “I wanna come home” “Let me go home”
My favorite part … “And I feel just like am living someone elses life”.……… “It’s like I just stepped outside when everything was going right”
Another winter day has come and gone away ….even in Paris and Rome…..“But I wanna go home”
Why bittersweet? well people stay away all the time…but realising they miss home and that they want to come home….is a realization worth celebrating…..Like the return of the prodigal’s son…
“Am just too far from where you are”, “You deserve more than that”, these are words for family who endure the ordeal “I know why you could not come away with me, it was not your dream… but you always believed in me” …. the song blends regrets, considerations and realizations beautifully…..
“I’ve had my run, …. I’m done”
The hope in the end “It will all be alright, I’ll be Home tonight, I am coming back home”
Finally the picture, even with my ridiculously pseudo/amateur photographic skills (when I say amateur I am thinking skills of 6-10 yr olds with a camera) ….I think it came out beautifully. Standing outside the theatre where the musical – I sooo badly want to see is running, which happens to be the longest running musicals in the history of west end. I stood there rapt in awe…. The little girl reminded me of my sister and
Missing Soundtrack 