"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, so these pages must show." {charles.dickens}
31 July 2008
28 July 2008
Beauty in the Breakdown
Commit/kuh-mit/verb, -mit·ted, -mit·ting. –verb (used with object): 1. to give in trust or charge; consign. 2. to consign for preservation: to commit ideas to writing; to commit a poem to memory. 3. to pledge (oneself) to a position on an issue or question; express (one's intention, feeling, etc.)
1. to be unfaithful in guarding, maintaining, or fulfilling: to betray a trust. 2. to disappoint the hopes or expectations of; be disloyal to. 3. to deceive, misguide, or corrupt. 4. to seduce and desert.
Drink up baby down
Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind'Cause it's all going off without you
Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy
These mess-ups You bubble-wrap
When you've no idea what you're like
So, let go Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
It gains the more it gives
And then advances with the form
So, honey, back for more
Can't you see that all the stuff's essential?
Such boundless pleasure
We've no time for later
Now you can wait
You roll your eyes
We've twenty seconds to comply
So, let go Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's alright
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
{frou.frou}
25 July 2008
Child
Child walks down to the river's edge
And looks out as far as she can see
And draws each breath as if it were the last
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve
She can see where the river crawls to the sea
Like a baby into mother's care
Somehow the longing is so far away
The innocence so wasted and aware
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Thinking about
Home... Home...
So much anger so deeply ingrained
Seemed a burden that was hers alone
She didn't think that there was anything wrong
With wanting a life that she could call her own
How could I explain? You would not want to hear
You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway
For you were too weighed down by your own fears
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Home... home... home... home...{Sarah.Maclachlan}
24 July 2008
Truth About Your Lies
"The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie
comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him,
and so loses all respect for himself and for others.
And having no respect he ceases to love,
and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself."
{The Brothers Karamazov, Book II, Chapter II}
23 July 2008
Push
All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections
You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in
You're all the things that I desire, you save me, you complete me
You're the one true thing I know I can believe
No matter what I say or do 'cause you're to good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you'll go
You wont stoop down to battle but you never turn to go
There are times I cant decide when I cant tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I'd drown
Sometimes thats just what we need to get us through the day
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in
You're all the things that I desire, you save me, you complete me
You're the one true thing I know I can believe
Battle
You thought we'd be fine
all these years gone by
now your askin me to listen
well then tell me bout everything
no lies we're losin time
Cause this is a battle
and its your final last call
it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know
but why arent you sorry, why arent you sorry, why?
You've got them on your side
and they wont change their minds
now its over and im feelin like i've missed out on everything
i just hope its worth the fight
Cause this is a battle
and its your final last call (Why'd you have to let it go)
it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know (cant you see you hurt me so)
but why arent you sorry, why arent you sorry, why?
Cause this is a battle
and its your final last call....
it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know (cant you see you hurt me so)
but why arent you sorry, why arent you sorry, why?
this can be better, [I] can be happy, try!
This is a battle and its your final last call
{colbie.caillat}