i believe in faerie tales and serendipitous encounters
catch a tiger by the tail and make a wish straight from the fountain
i believe love will prevail the path is clear for me to follow
shooting stars will leave a trail for me to fill with joy and sorrow
leave your fear of love behind
let your dreaming be your guide
if you seek, then you shall find
torn and tattered from the fall and waiting to rise up again
i can feel it in my blood i hold the future in my hand.
Ever noticed how certain albums seem to overtake your life? It seems that every time you turn on the stereo it's the one that comes on. And it isn't just a couple songs off it, you play it in the entirety... over and over again. Well, at least I do. That could possibly have something to do with my OCD tendencies...
Hah.
But maybe you're like me.
There are a core few that always seem to keep popping up. Generally when I've had a bad break up... or am super stressed... or I've got a lot of thinking to do. Or the opposite of that sometimes, when I don't want to do any real thinking and I'd just like to unplug my head for a little while. If you don't have your own list, you should get one. Music is the soundtrack of our lives... And every good story needs an amazing soundtrack.
Sublime; Acoustic album
Animals; Pink Floyd
Best of Bowie; David Bowie
I'm Afraid of Whose Afraid of Virgina Wolfe; Murder By Death
Give Up; Postal Service
Fahrenheit Fair Enough; Telefon Tel Aviv
And the newest addition... Beatrix Runs; Elizaveta.
Holyshitman, I can't stop listening to it. I don't even consciously put it on, but I find myself caught up in her lyrics... I'm a writer. I'm a reader. It's what I do. Any creative talent I have is in my ability to manipulate language. And to appreciate the ability in others...
.
no need for subterfuge-
i've all run out of insight
and inspiring things to say.
no need to worry so about me
'cuz you know, i'm landing on my feet.
Not really sure if my point was to submit a review of her album or to just talk about the shit that's been floating through the ole think-box lately... I have officially reached maximum stress capacity, which I believe I've previously mentioned. But after today, it has fortunately diminished slightly. Phase I of II is complete! And I passed it with flying colors. To paraphrase,
"They may have given you the tools, but you're the one that did it... You've been willing to do whatever you had to since the beginning. You are the one that put in the work and dedication to have gotten this far, no one did it for you. Don't cut yourself short on how far you've come. I'm so happy for you. You're going to do whatever you set your mind to."
...wow. just... wow. Considering I was a total FUCKWAD for the past what, 6 years? I'm constantly surprised by people who have such genuine things to say about me... I haven't always been a very good person. And that's putting it mildly. A zombified, shell of a person with lax (if not non-existent) morals and a blind concern for my own personal gain despite others feelings, would be a more appropriate term methinks. And there isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel bad about it. I think if I were to just go on with my life as if nothing happened would be minimizing the impact I had on others... and after all the unfairness, I can't bring myself to justify that. To some degree, I deserve to feel guilty. I fucked up... But I'm doing what I can to come back from that. I guess there are some people out there who can see it... which is so... amazing. So... I don't even know the words. Touching, perhaps? That sounds hokey. It means a whole fucking lot, at any rate. It's refreshing to regain some hope in humanity.. I'm a pretty jaded motherfucker. But there are genuine people out there... my superman cape just kept me from seeing them...
...a little bitter, but it's sweet...
In all things there must be balance... it's time to put the scale back on track.
Hell, I'm just happy to feel normal again.
whatever that means.
i'd take blind destiny over empty space.
bonne nuit mes amies.
j'taime.
courtesy; elizaveta/vedera.
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