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Lyrical Salvation: Part Deux, Dos, Dvau, Duo, Min...
...The number "two" is referenced, respectively in French, Spanish, Sanskrit, Latin, and Sumerian (transliterated, of course!)
Okay, so I saw the new Harry Potter movie, "Order of the Phoenix..." and while I could write pages on why I was disappointed, I won't. I think I will reserve my complete judgment until I see it a second time, though I think I am pretty set in my beliefs.
I don't have much to write with my own words at the moment as I just posted a journal less than 24 hours ago ranting and raving wildly. My friend, Justin, told me to go as Bellatrix Lestrange for Halloween since he believes I look like Helena Bonham Carter...not a bad comparison. Better than some I have gotten...
So this is my belief; lyrics are more than just, "lets get these teen hearts beating faster faster..." or "under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh..." or even any My Chemical Romance lyrics (HAHAHA...yes hate on me if you must). That said, please re-read the words, "MY belief," and then try to argue with me and you will only read again, "MY belief..." Anytime anything remotely negative about MCR or whatever, you are branded a seperatist, traitor of the human emotional spectrum, a hater, a plague!!! Well, I am not. I don't expect all to like my lyrical choices, the point being I have a Buzznet persona...obviously, it is a small reflection on the aspects of my hourly/daily manifestations. BUT if you want to know about me, how I think, what I am about, don't ask me questions, read the lyrics I post and form your own story about who I am with the pieces of the puzzle I am providing you. Ain't that more interesting?
On with the show...
"Jukebox..." Ani DiFranco
In the jukebox of her memory
The list of names flips by and stops
She closes her eyes
And smiles as the record drops
Then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
And she dances out of time
As slow as she can sway
For as long as she can say
This dance is mine
This dance is mine
Her hair bears silent witness to the passing of time
Tattoos like mile markers
Map the distance she has gone
Winning some, losing some
She says, "My sister still calls every Sunday night...
After the rates go down
And I still can never manage to say anything right
But my whole life blew up
And now its all coming down"
And she says, "Leave me alone.
Tonight, I just wanna stay home."
She fills the pot with water and she drops in the bone
She says, "I've got a darkness that I have to feed
I've got a sadness
That grows up around me like a weed
And I'm not hurting anyone
I'm just spiraling in"
She closes her eyes
And hears the song begin again
She appreciates the phone calls
The consoling cards and such
She appreciates all the people
Who come by and try to pull her back in touch
They try to hold the lid down tightly
And they try to shake well
But the oil and water
Just want to separate themselves
She drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
And she dances out of time
As slow as she can sway
For as long as she can say
This dance is mine
So...for me, I have dealt with an event that has happened to provide much darkness in my life, however, I have lived with a particular predisposition, if you will, since as far back as I can rememeber...Explanation stops here, excavation begins...
This next song is one of the most beautiful songs David Gilmour has sung, in my opinion. My father was a big fan of David Gilmour. Most of the songs from "The Wall" that were his favorites were Gilmour's. While this song, lyrically, doesn't remind me of him, sonically, it does. In a good way, but tears still start to fall...Lyrically, I relate to the song...no need for details...as this isn't about me providing an analysis, as I have stated.
"Coming Back to Life..." Pink Floyd (note...one of my journal title's was a line from this song...)
Where were you? When I was burned and broken?
While the days slipped by from my window watching?
And where were you? When I was hurt and I was helpless?
Cause the things you've said and the things you do, surround me.
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard...
I was staring straight into the shining sun.
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted.
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistable pasttime.
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life.
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun...
And headed straight into the shining sun...
This next song is always a song I go back to anytime things get too muddled, which is virtually on the daily...
"Swan Dive..." Ani DiFranco
Cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hand
Feels like a little baby bird fallen from the nest
I think that your body is something I understand
I think that i'm happy, I think that I'm blessed
I've got a lack of inhibition
I've got a loss of perspective
I've had a little bit to drink
and it's making me think
that i can jump ship and swim
that the ocean will hold me
that there's have to be more
than this boat I'm in
Cause they can call me crazy if I fail
all the chance that I need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if I succeed
gravity is nothing to me, I'm moving at the speed of sound
I'm just going to get my feet wet
until i drown
And I teeter between tired
and really, really tired
I'm wiped and I'm wired but I guess its just as well
because I've built my own empire
out of car tires and chicken wire
and I'm queen of my own compost heap
and I'm getting used to the smell
and I've got a lack of information
but I've got a little revelation
I'm climbing up on the railing
trying not to look down
I'm going to do my best swan dive
into shark-infested waters
I'm gonna pull out my tampon
and start splashing around
Cause I don't care if they eat me alive
I've got better things to do than survive
I've got a memory of your warm skin in my hand
and I've got a vision of blue sky and dry land
I'm cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hand
The ship is pitching and heaving, my limbs are bobbing and weaving
and I think this is what i understand
I just need a little vaccination for my far-away vacation
I'm going to go ahead and go boldly because a little bird told me
that jumping is easy, that falling is fun
up until you hit the sidewalk, shivering, stunned
and they can call me crazy if I fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if I succeed
gravity is nothing to me
moving at the speed of sound
I'm just gonna get my feet wet
until I drown...
...And a little one that I call my "Going-Out-To-The-Club" Theme Song...
"Flashdance..." Deep Dish
He doesn't mean a thing to me
Just another pretty face to see
Cause all of the time, not that I doubt you, honey...
And I would never let him next to me...
He's the kind of guy who thinks he's smart.
He's the type that always looks the part.
He's on the make, he's on the take, honey...
And I'd never let him touch my heart.
He didn't mean to catch my eye...
Well, he's lucky he just walked on by.
Cause he hasn't met a girl like me...are you kidding?
Well, I'd tell him that I'd rather die.
...There is my little story for the moment. While I will always relate to these songs, they become more prominent at certain points/times and with certain events or situations I am dealing with...it tells a person about where you are at the moment. It aids in your storytelling, situating you and why you are doing things, why you may be absent, why you may be overly present or whatever the case...
What is your story?
Okay, so I saw the new Harry Potter movie, "Order of the Phoenix..." and while I could write pages on why I was disappointed, I won't. I think I will reserve my complete judgment until I see it a second time, though I think I am pretty set in my beliefs.
I don't have much to write with my own words at the moment as I just posted a journal less than 24 hours ago ranting and raving wildly. My friend, Justin, told me to go as Bellatrix Lestrange for Halloween since he believes I look like Helena Bonham Carter...not a bad comparison. Better than some I have gotten...
So this is my belief; lyrics are more than just, "lets get these teen hearts beating faster faster..." or "under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh..." or even any My Chemical Romance lyrics (HAHAHA...yes hate on me if you must). That said, please re-read the words, "MY belief," and then try to argue with me and you will only read again, "MY belief..." Anytime anything remotely negative about MCR or whatever, you are branded a seperatist, traitor of the human emotional spectrum, a hater, a plague!!! Well, I am not. I don't expect all to like my lyrical choices, the point being I have a Buzznet persona...obviously, it is a small reflection on the aspects of my hourly/daily manifestations. BUT if you want to know about me, how I think, what I am about, don't ask me questions, read the lyrics I post and form your own story about who I am with the pieces of the puzzle I am providing you. Ain't that more interesting?
On with the show...
"Jukebox..." Ani DiFranco
In the jukebox of her memory
The list of names flips by and stops
She closes her eyes
And smiles as the record drops
Then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
And she dances out of time
As slow as she can sway
For as long as she can say
This dance is mine
This dance is mine
Her hair bears silent witness to the passing of time
Tattoos like mile markers
Map the distance she has gone
Winning some, losing some
She says, "My sister still calls every Sunday night...
After the rates go down
And I still can never manage to say anything right
But my whole life blew up
And now its all coming down"
And she says, "Leave me alone.
Tonight, I just wanna stay home."
She fills the pot with water and she drops in the bone
She says, "I've got a darkness that I have to feed
I've got a sadness
That grows up around me like a weed
And I'm not hurting anyone
I'm just spiraling in"
She closes her eyes
And hears the song begin again
She appreciates the phone calls
The consoling cards and such
She appreciates all the people
Who come by and try to pull her back in touch
They try to hold the lid down tightly
And they try to shake well
But the oil and water
Just want to separate themselves
She drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
And she dances out of time
As slow as she can sway
For as long as she can say
This dance is mine
So...for me, I have dealt with an event that has happened to provide much darkness in my life, however, I have lived with a particular predisposition, if you will, since as far back as I can rememeber...Explanation stops here, excavation begins...
This next song is one of the most beautiful songs David Gilmour has sung, in my opinion. My father was a big fan of David Gilmour. Most of the songs from "The Wall" that were his favorites were Gilmour's. While this song, lyrically, doesn't remind me of him, sonically, it does. In a good way, but tears still start to fall...Lyrically, I relate to the song...no need for details...as this isn't about me providing an analysis, as I have stated.
"Coming Back to Life..." Pink Floyd (note...one of my journal title's was a line from this song...)
Where were you? When I was burned and broken?
While the days slipped by from my window watching?
And where were you? When I was hurt and I was helpless?
Cause the things you've said and the things you do, surround me.
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard...
I was staring straight into the shining sun.
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted.
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistable pasttime.
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life.
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun...
And headed straight into the shining sun...
This next song is always a song I go back to anytime things get too muddled, which is virtually on the daily...
"Swan Dive..." Ani DiFranco
Cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hand
Feels like a little baby bird fallen from the nest
I think that your body is something I understand
I think that i'm happy, I think that I'm blessed
I've got a lack of inhibition
I've got a loss of perspective
I've had a little bit to drink
and it's making me think
that i can jump ship and swim
that the ocean will hold me
that there's have to be more
than this boat I'm in
Cause they can call me crazy if I fail
all the chance that I need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if I succeed
gravity is nothing to me, I'm moving at the speed of sound
I'm just going to get my feet wet
until i drown
And I teeter between tired
and really, really tired
I'm wiped and I'm wired but I guess its just as well
because I've built my own empire
out of car tires and chicken wire
and I'm queen of my own compost heap
and I'm getting used to the smell
and I've got a lack of information
but I've got a little revelation
I'm climbing up on the railing
trying not to look down
I'm going to do my best swan dive
into shark-infested waters
I'm gonna pull out my tampon
and start splashing around
Cause I don't care if they eat me alive
I've got better things to do than survive
I've got a memory of your warm skin in my hand
and I've got a vision of blue sky and dry land
I'm cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hand
The ship is pitching and heaving, my limbs are bobbing and weaving
and I think this is what i understand
I just need a little vaccination for my far-away vacation
I'm going to go ahead and go boldly because a little bird told me
that jumping is easy, that falling is fun
up until you hit the sidewalk, shivering, stunned
and they can call me crazy if I fail
all the chance that i need
is one-in-a-million
and they can call me brilliant
if I succeed
gravity is nothing to me
moving at the speed of sound
I'm just gonna get my feet wet
until I drown...
...And a little one that I call my "Going-Out-To-The-Club" Theme Song...
"Flashdance..." Deep Dish
He doesn't mean a thing to me
Just another pretty face to see
Cause all of the time, not that I doubt you, honey...
And I would never let him next to me...
He's the kind of guy who thinks he's smart.
He's the type that always looks the part.
He's on the make, he's on the take, honey...
And I'd never let him touch my heart.
He didn't mean to catch my eye...
Well, he's lucky he just walked on by.
Cause he hasn't met a girl like me...are you kidding?
Well, I'd tell him that I'd rather die.
...There is my little story for the moment. While I will always relate to these songs, they become more prominent at certain points/times and with certain events or situations I am dealing with...it tells a person about where you are at the moment. It aids in your storytelling, situating you and why you are doing things, why you may be absent, why you may be overly present or whatever the case...
What is your story?
| Posted by melodya on 07/12/2007 4:14 AM | Visits: 198 |
Yeah. I thought it was. When you see it, come back and let me know what you think :-)
oh and the kissing part was good an not weird;hehe..everyone pretty much agrees and clap at that scene.haha.
so,what do you think of it?
Against Me! - Piss And Vinegar
"I don't think your bad people I just think that your aesthetic is horrible.
Please treat me with the same respect and candor.
I would appreciate the honesty.
A little less professional, a little more upfront and confrontational."
i find myself, as of late, always saying "lets be real" because its just so hard to find decent, honest people who are just themselves & don't just don't do shit because its cool.
the Smiths - you just haven't earned it yet, baby
so i've gone from the whiny still ill's "london is mine, it owes me a living" to "you just haven't earned it yet, you must suffer & cry for a longer time" for some reason. i guess i'm just growing up.
Metric - Combat Baby
"No one here wants to fight me like you do
combat baby come back baby
fight off the lethargy
dont go quietly
combat baby
said you were never gonna give up easy
combat baby come back "
i have a really long history with this song, but not as long as the history i have with the person who it makes me think of. even though he started dating this girl & it became their song, this was ours first & it still describes us perfectly. aw, i feel so tacky.