I am not a fan of Green Day, but for some reason, this song is playing itself in my head for a while now…
Ah well! It’s one of the songs I enjoy so who cares?
When You’re gone,
The Pieces of My Heart are missing you…
-Avril Lavigne(When You’re Gone)
I was never a fan of Avril Lavigne. Enjoyed her debut with ‘Complicated’. Hated Girlfriend.
Now she comes up with this.
Beautiful song, very beautiful video…and I especially love the piano…
Everyone feels alone at one time or the other. In fact, it’s such a common feeling, It should probably be treated as something…more. People look down on it, often, it’s the subject of ridicule, and, in so many cases, it becomes so very…difficult to admit it. To yourself, to others, and in most cases, it stays bottled inside you.
You don’t know who to talk to, don’t wish to talk to anyone, just because well, what will you tell them?
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s cyclical, seasonal.
There’s a whole world outside, one that couldn’t care less. It’s not cruel, just a stranger.
Strangers don’t help. They barely know you. They barely ever will.
Close down. Not let anyone near you. And somehow, it only makes it worse. Festering away, deep inside your skin.
And that’s when you develop that tough exterior. Living under the constant strain of that little open wound, you develop that exterior which ‘doesn’t affect’ you in any way.
Hover the mouse for a few seconds and you’ll see a short remark by the artist.
‘It’s depressing to see how many of these t-shirts are real.’
Why is it so hard for people to live?
It’s a dog-eat-dog world. Religion tells us that you suffer in order to be purified, to enter heaven. But, by that logic, heaven can’t be a joyous place. Joy is a sin. With that, I probably enter the realms of theology.
So, I’ll steer it back.
Loneliness. What I really marvel at, is how, even though people fight it all their lives, they can never defeat it. Loneliness due to being away from your friends or not having friends, Loneliness due to never being understood, Loneliness due to a stagnant relationship, Loneliness in marriage of which I know nothing about…
It is one of the most daunting tasks. And it is probably something you will battle for, for the rest of your lives.
It’s just funny how it turns so hard.
They sat talking through the night
“T’is not right”, he said,
“Aye”, she agreed,
“We must part,”
She lay back on the grass,
Letting the breeze take her away into the land of dreams,
“I had better leave”, he said,
“Yes”, she answered,
“You’d better” They stayed there,
Unwilling to move,
Lost in their own thoughts,
Their own dreams,
He looked away as she closed her eyes,
She felt the moonlight creep up her legs,
Soundless, loving, a silver sheet,
He stood up,I had better leave then”, he said
She stood up, silently watching his back,
“Good bye,” she whispered, wishing the wind would carry her words to him,
He was too scared to turn, and walked on, painfully,
“Wait!” she shouted, and ran to him,
He opened his arms for her,
Gripping her tightly,
Their lips met, a final kiss,
He felt her heart, Hammering against his,
Under the moonlight, Under the stars,
They kissed fiercely,
A final kiss,
A kiss to remember.
He waits for it,
Gently letting the breeze caress his face,
Dripping with an emotion that one may not speak of,
He tells me his tale of woe.
“Get a grip!” I tell him,
“Get a grip and learn to forget!”
He is a part of me,
A part I shall never reveal,
He has forgotten nothing,
And his scars shall never heal,
“Once,” he tells me,
“Once I was as young as you,
Innocent and loving as you are,
Then I saw my face in the mirror,
Then I learnt how the world saw me,
Oh! They hate me,
They hate me like they hate themselves,
I learnt never to love myself,
Never to love another,
Hate, is stronger than love.”
I don’t answer,
Just turn and close my eyes,
The sun will rise soon, I tell him,
The world shall rise without you,
I tell him,
Away you must go,
For this is no place for you.”
“I am but your creation” he tells me,
“And I shall not leave.”
Tried a thousand times, used a million lines,
Tryin’ to explain.
‘Cause they don’t have a word for the kind of hurt,
That never goes away.
When I try to think it though, it all comes back to you.
I don’t know why goodbye’s so hard to understand.
This pain I have is real an’ I’ll tell you how it feels,
If I ever get the chance.
It’s like a lonely Friday night downtown,
Where everyone I know is out.
The radio’s my only friend around,
And all I do is think of you.
It’s a little like an old sad song:
It kills you but you sing it alone.
The melody just tears you all apart:
It’s something like a broken heart.
I could drive a hundred miles an’ never touch that dial,
‘Till the station fades.
‘Cause nothin’ that I hear will ever make it clear:
Words just slip away.
And the more I think it through, the more I think of you
I don’t know why goodbye’s so hard to understand.
You’re never hard to find, ’cause you’re always on my mind,
No matter where I am.
Just like a lonely Friday night downtown,
Where everyone I know is out.
The radio’s my only friend around,
An’ all I do is think of you.
It’s a little like an old sad song:
It kills you but you sing it alone.
The melody just tears you all apart:
It’s something like a broken heart.
It’s like a lonely Friday night downtown,
Where everyone I know is out.
The radio’s my only friend around,
An’ all I do is think of you.
It’s a little like an old sad song:
It kills you but you sing it alone.
The melody just tears you all apart:
It’s something like a broken heart
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ms2×7hVqghs
Every street is dark
And folding out mysteriously
Where lies the chance we take to be
Always working
Reaching out for a hand that we
can’t see
Everybody’s got a hold on hope
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
Invitation to the last dance
Then it’s time to leave
But that’s the price we pay
when we deceive
One another/animal mother
She opens up for free
Everybody’s got a hold on hope
It’s the last thing that’s
holding me
Look at the talkbox in mute
frustration
At the station
There hides the cowboy
His campfire flickering
on the landscape
That nothing grows on
But time still goes on
And through each life of misery
Everybody’s got a hold on hope
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
Found this little nugget in my diary. I wonder what people think.
Death. It’s a question that has perplexed man since ages. Some say you go to a better place. Or a worse one, depends on the way you lived your life. Some say, that when you die, everything merely turns black…and dark, and you don’t remember a thing, your body turning to Earth, whence you came. Some see it as another great journey, an adventure…
There are times in life, when I think I belong to that last category. Times when I wonder what it would be like…whether I can, snuff it, just for the sake of it. Will I see heaven? A white light…following which I will meet my destiny…? Or will that light lead me to hell, a desolate place? Or will everything…just go dark? As if…as if I have fallen into a dreamless sleep?
I guess I’ll never know, until I die. And I guess when that happens, I will never be able to come back and tell…
Ah well, life, is full of such questions.
In case you don’t figure it out…it’s about a love lost long ago. A foolish dream which I once had…
Her face keeps me awake,
That eternal smile,
The lips curving up gently,
Forever young, imprinted,
Seared into my heart,
Those eyes, burning…
Never to move again.
Never will I hear her breathe,
Never will the regret leave me be,
Lonely shall the night become,
And I shall naught but stare,
At those strands of hair,
Gently falling on her shoulders,
T’is wrong, I know,
T’is foolish, I know,
T’is over, I know…
Yet, I hear her in my mind,
I see her glow,
I see her blood,
Her beautiful face,
Clean…fresh,
May harm never come to her,
May I meet her again one day,
May the silent wall break on that day…
Ah! It is but a fool’s hope…
And I am too scared to hope anymore.
There used to be a time when Sharks and Lions were mysterious creatures of the wild.
When the cause of rain was the mere weeping of angels.
We looked to magic for a life…when grandma’s stories didn’t just fade into a place we call fantasy-land, when we gazed in wonder at the world around us.
They changed all that. Dragons exist no longer, we don’t listen to grandma’s tales with rapt attention, we listen to it, and shake our heads in disbelief. There are no mysteries left in this world.
The ones left, are too far, beyond our reach…
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