Eh… I just read a couple of my past posts……wow it sure is filled a lot with some kind of angst…….Trust me when I say I do not have Anger Issues ….and it is not always Me against the big bad world…..not always……ok maybe sometimes……..
I think we will drive away all the misery & melancholy for a bit today…….. why? well just because the world is not always that dreadful….
Which makes me want to make this post a bit brighter?
Pocketful of Sunshine ~ Natasha Bedingfield
Ok it is a bit poppy n upbeat……but honestly it has this feel good factor about it…. the kind that puts a smile on your face….
Pretty Pretty
“There’s this place that I go
Where nobody knows
Where the rivers flow
And I call it home
And there’s no more lies
And the darkness is light
And nobody cries
There’s only butterflies”
Escapism …….. your escape to the place in your head……your secret hideaway……..
“Do what you want,
But you never gonna break me,
Sticks an’ stones are never gonna shake me”
When you are in your zone…… when you are comfortable in your own skin…..
“I got a pocket,
Got a pocket full of sunshine”
When you can smile at strangers…..when you can try on pretty shoes all day with your best friend ….
“Take me away,
To better days “
When strangers smile at you….when you eat like there is no tomorrow ….later on when you wish you had not gone for ice cream….
“The sun’s on my side
Take me for a ride
I smile up to the sky
Quote: “You cannot run away from weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?”
Robert Louise Stevenson
Instincts…… Survival………Battle…….
Try~ Nelly Furtado
I used to listen to Nelly quite a lot, I liked her better when she had an accent and sang remarkable songs…… I somehow feel the spunk is now diluted in her recent music……The folksy, rural trademark has been commercialised….
“All I know is everything is not as it is sold……but the more I grow the less I know……and I have lived so many lives though I am not old……and the more I see the less I grow……..the fewer the seeds the more I sow” Lyrical Poetry
I like to think each incident in our lives moulds us…..it is like a chisel working on a stone…..each hit adds character…..but we are not aware of what we are intended to be…… will the stone end up on a sidewalk to be tread upon or will the stone adorn a living room as a cherished mantle piece…
“I wish I hadn’t seen all of the realness……and all the real people are really not real at all…..the more I learn the more I learn…..the more I cry the more I cry…..as I say goodbye to the way of life I thought I had designed for me”
We cannot help what we go through, but we can help what we become…..
Will we stick out on that sidewalk and make people trip?…… will we remain scarred and ruin the setting on the mantle?
There are no rights or wrongs……there are choices……
“All of the things we want each other to be, we never will be“
Leave your things behind, cause’ it’s all going off without you
Excuse me, too busy you’re writing your tragedy,
These mishaps you bubble wrap
when you have no idea what you are like”
Let Go- Frou Frou
You can't await your own arrival!
I first heard this song in a movie called Garden State which was a brilliant film…. and the lyrics made me go WTF? but the tune was catchy…….
And you play it on repeat for hours and it becomes the song in your head… the haunting tone first and then the random lyrics totally blow you…
I play this song when I have to grit my teeth or bite the bullet… when I cannot afford to let things bring me down….swallow my pride…..and shake it off……
These days I can hardly spare time to wallow let alone indulge in aligning my brain waves….
How pretentious have we become?
Soo straightlaced….soo politically correct……soo aye aye captain….
what about speaking your mind? Well I know for a fact I don’t…..speak my mind that is….. I believe the dictionary has a coined word for it…..
It is exciting to swim against the stream…..refreshing to walk the opposite direction…….
I am not talking about breaking loose and having no rules to live by……. that is anarchy……
I am talking about the world we have created consisting of these false pretenses, strange notions of control, decadent ,and almost unnecessary boundaries…. that limit people…..
I find all these structures….controls and protocols a bit too much for my liking…. and I am starting to feel it scrape my skin slowly…..
“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?
Coffee shops are the best to unwind…. even better to be inspired…..Watching people go by is a sport…. You have to love coffee to know, just how precious- unknown , tucked away in a corner coffee shops are…. and No, I don’t mean Starbucks or Cafe Nero or Costa when I say Coffee and Precious, they never will qualify…..and will never ever come close……
Smell of coffee…. A book……and Lounge Music…..Sweet dreams are made of these (well at least for me)
3 Doors Down is a huge deal for me…..They are The real deal as far as I am concerned…… and they are the first band I ever wanted to see live….My “Things to do before I turn 30” list….. includes attending 3 doors down concert… its sad because am going to be 25 and the chances of seeing them live is somewhat bleak at this stage…….
What can I say about their Music….well you have to hear it to know it…..
If I could be like that – 3 Doors Down
“He spends his nights in california…..watching the stars on the big screen……..then he lies awake and he wonders….why cant this be me?” chasing dreams….. sometimes impossible ones…Who’s to say some dreams are impossible?
“Cause in his life he’s filled with all these good intentions. He’s left a lot of things he’d rather not mention right now”
I have met more than my fair share of good people …… I knew a few who lost their way a few times , but deep down always had a good heart…… How far do we go to get what we want?
“If I could be like that
I’d give anything
Just to live one day
In those shoes.
If I could be like that, what would I do?
What would I do?”
Are we ready to give anything?…..I guess we have to ask ourselves the question……
“all she wants is just a little piece of this dream, is that too much to ask? ” what is too much? what is the limit? who grants it? “With a safe home, and a warm bed, on a quiet little street. All she wants is just that something to hold onto, that’s all she needs” want, need are 2 different things…..
“If I could be like that, what would I do?
What would I do?”
What would you do if you had everything you ever asked for?….. what if we could step into a person’s shoe for a day? would we be wiser? would we be dissapointed?
We all want things or wish for things…. who is to say it is beyond our capabilities? as kids we are always programmed to have realistic goals.. ….at work we are asked to set realistic targets…..
I have lost touch with my mundane routine…..(can I say I have lost touch with reality? hmmm not just yet…)
Coming back feels good…..but it is a bit daunting as well……
It started to snow when I was just about to leave….and the flakes came down beautifully…. just like the ones you see in a snow globe
I wish I could have captured the moment to share….
Antique or just Unwanted?
Ever walked into an antique shop? I love it…… it has a mood about it….. all the things in there old, new, broken, stolen, lost, snatched….I feel have a little story of their own…… makes me wonder tho….why do people give these things away? jewellery…..tables….paintings
I am sure they meant something to someone at some point in time…….it always intrigues me……I have this obsession with the past and the things in the past….
anyways before I drift away again…..lets talk about music….
Lost – Anouk
Her voice literally makes my hair stand….in a good way or a bad way? I still can’t tell …..
I honestly do not know what she is singing about….but I have my own interpretation
This song symbolises a strange hopelessness…a human incapacity to do something …. she sings about being lost in someone…… lost in the contradiction of character in that person……and her own love and hate towards those contradictions …..
“If the roses are meant to be red…..violets to be blue…….but why isn’t my heart meant for you?” with lines you’d would think can it get any more cheesy?…..
and then
“Lost in this world……I even get lost in this song “ and with those lines she conveys perfectly that emotion of despair…..
I guess the guy was a musician…..as she carries on about his music being irresistable and then she says “Your voice makes my skin crawl” It is left for the listener to decide whether she hates his voice or loves it…… contradiction? I do not know….
She asks “Mr.Inaccessible, will this ever change? one thing that remains the same…..you’re still a picture in a frame”….. I love the way she calls him inaccessible…… she wants something to change but she is convinced there is something that will remain the same..again contradiction…… Does picture in the frame signify a memory?
What should change? why should something remain the same…….
“Lost in this world ……I even get lost in this song” she says, “Am I the only one?”
After writing this out I just realized how random this post is……I know this doesn’t make sense….but I love the fact it doesn’t…
I want to break away from this constant need I feel to “make sense all the time” to everyone…..and even though I envy people who can…. Sometimes a Little No Sense helps…..
“It’s been a long day…and all I’ve got to say is make it strong”
As you grow older the more weary you get…..
I am weary… and if I did drink…. I’d say “Make it stong”
“Take a leave of absence, tell me you’ll be gone…..”
“Its been a long day and I just want to hideaway…” ….. thats how I feel….. how can a song tell you how you feel?
“It’s been a long week, I am finally feeling like its ok to break into thousand pieces no one can replace….Only I can find my way” …… sometimes you just want to give up because the world wont give in…..
“Its been a long year….. and all this mess around me is finally clear….” I worked hard not to give up….
“So can I have a moment?”
Please, just a moment to catch my breath….
In spite of all the s**t you go through….. you will find when you wake up – that you are mended ……..somehow you are okay….to face another day…..not to be beaten…..but to put up a good fight…..
“It’s been a long year….and I am finally ready to be here…..”
“You could be happy I wont know…” ever lost touch with a friend? or have a face in your head that you can’t quite place a name?….. kids you went to school with but never ever saw them again, ever?
You could be happy- Snow Patrol
“Is it too late to remind you how we were….”
I know we can never go back….. hindsight is a wonderful thing they say…..
Madness in my head
It’s just having to pick the phone and calling that long-lost friend…. I dont think I am brave enough to do that…… It’s no excuse I know…
But…
Sometimes things are better left just the way they are…..unsaid…unknown
I like to lock the good memories away in a box and throw away the keys..to keep them intact……I have this foolish notion that once let out they will never be the same…..
“All the things I wish I had not said…..” “are played in loops till it’s madness in my head “
“Most of what I could remember makes me sure….I shouldve stopped you from walking out the door…”
Pride however has a price to pay….
There are a few times when I want to make that call even if it just to say “Hello Stranger”, “I hate the fact we lost touch…..”