| | Some songs come back to me again and again, and their effect never wanes. The voice, beat, melody, instrumental part, the atmosphere that the song brings into my room coming out of the speakers on either side of my laptop, the lyrics, the time in my life in which I heard the song first, who I got the song from...some songs are such huge influences on the way I think.
This is one of them. Bolded are my favorite lines.
Debussie, by Daphne Loves Derby (Album: On The Strength Of All Convinced)
I've been looking through these eyes
Of black and white for far too long
And now these deepened colors seem so shocking
Bless the cold, cold moon
That moves the sea that makes the waves
That made this scene for me to see and be moved
Will my life be long enough
To see the things I want to see?
I believe this world is just too big for me
Every cloud that passes by
Is another cloud I'll never see
Maybe I just try too hard
To understand all of these things
Bless the hands of painters
Who have captured melon skies
And starry nights for us to see and feel
For all of time
Will my life be long enough
To see the things I want to see?
I believe this world is just too big for me
This life is just a blink of an eye
A glimpse into a world we were never meant to see
So don't hang on to anything at all
And all the things we have
And all the people we have known
Will fade away so quickly
Into the deep
And memories of love will be
The only warmth we have in the end
I think I do believe in fate. Unrelated to the song lyrics, but nonetheless. Things take their natural course - ups and downs and everything in between - and we shouldn't try to change it.
I'm overly sentimental and hesitant and awkward and attached to too many people/things/places.
I want to help everyone pack for college. I really, at this point, do not believe that a new life will start for me next month. I don't believe that it is starting in a matter of days for people or has already started for others. Or, if it does/is, it'll only be temporary, and we'll go back to our respective high schools and complain about teachers and look forward to last period on Friday afternoon. I'm going to be proven wrong, I just wonder how long it will take me to become one with reality and stop living in some random dimension I've created for myself. I've actually been living in it for years, I think. "Real life" (in the depressing sense) has always been something on the side. But now I'm forced to join it. |
| | Posted 8/22/2009 12:13 AM - 59 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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