Friday, April 4, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
"Invisible" ~ Lovelife
This room got a little bigger,
And hope is a fragile word,
The rain came down but no one heard.
And hope is a fragile word,
The rain came down but no one heard.
You didn't sleep you just lay in your bed,
Trying think of the words to say,
By the time you did it was way to late.
And they breathe down the back of your neck,
Like a song that you can't forget,
And the words will stay with you til death.
Trying think of the words to say,
By the time you did it was way to late.
Something inside of me tells me I made a mistake,
And easy risk to take,
I wanna go home, you said.
And easy risk to take,
I wanna go home, you said.
And they breathe down the back of your neck,
Like a song that you can't forget,
And the words will stay with you til death.
Where you are, are you happier now?
Where the streets don't seem so loud.
You sit and think, so what now?
Where the streets don't seem so loud.
You sit and think, so what now?
Something inside of me tells me I made a mistake,
An easy risk to take,
I wanna go home, you said.
Something inside of me tells me it won't be long,
Before you tell someone,
You wish you weren't home.
An easy risk to take,
I wanna go home, you said.
Something inside of me tells me it won't be long,
Before you tell someone,
You wish you weren't home.
Falling down, down, to a place where, a place where we will never get lost.
Whatever you see, you'll never be, unseen, unheard, invisible.
Whatever you see, you'll never be, unseen, unheard, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
And there's a journey there's no destination.
It takes time and just a little patience.
And there's a point where you show what you're made of,
You're just a shade of invisible.
And there's a point where you show what you're made of,
You're just a shade of invisible.
Something inside of me tells me I made a mistake,
An easy risk to take,
I wanna go home, you said.
Something inside of me tells me it won't be long,
Before you tell someone,
You wish you weren't home.
An easy risk to take,
I wanna go home, you said.
Something inside of me tells me it won't be long,
Before you tell someone,
You wish you weren't home.
Falling down, down, to a place where, a place where we will never get lost.
Whatever you see, you'll never be, unseen, unheard, invisible.
Whatever you see, you'll never be, unseen, unheard, invisible.
Falling down, down, to a place where, a place where we will never get lost.
Whatever you see, you'll never be, unseen, unheard, invisible.
Whatever you see, you'll never be, unseen, unheard, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
Oh, oh, oh, invisible.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Please... Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the mask I wear. For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that is second nature with me, but don't be fooled.
... I give the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without; that confidence is my name and coolness is my game; that the waters are calm and that I'm in command and I need no one. But don't believe it; please don't.
I idly chatter with you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, nothing of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine, don't be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying; what I'd like to be able to say; what, for survival, I need to say but I can't say. I dislike the hiding. Honestly I do. I dislike the superficial phony games I'm playing.
I'd really like to be genuine, spontaneous, and me; but you have to help me. You have to help me by holding out your hand, even when that's the last thing I seem to want or need. Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings. Very small wings. Very feeble wings. But wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy and your power of understanding, I can make it. You can breathe life into me. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. But love is stronger than strong walls, and therein lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive, and I am a child.
Who am I, you may wonder. For I am every man, every woman, every child... every human you meet.
... I give the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without; that confidence is my name and coolness is my game; that the waters are calm and that I'm in command and I need no one. But don't believe it; please don't.
I idly chatter with you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, nothing of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine, don't be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying; what I'd like to be able to say; what, for survival, I need to say but I can't say. I dislike the hiding. Honestly I do. I dislike the superficial phony games I'm playing.
I'd really like to be genuine, spontaneous, and me; but you have to help me. You have to help me by holding out your hand, even when that's the last thing I seem to want or need. Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings. Very small wings. Very feeble wings. But wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy and your power of understanding, I can make it. You can breathe life into me. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. But love is stronger than strong walls, and therein lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive, and I am a child.
Who am I, you may wonder. For I am every man, every woman, every child... every human you meet.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Radiohead
RADIOHEAD
"Creep"
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out the door
She's running out
She's run, run, run, running out
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
"Creep"
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out the door
She's running out
She's run, run, run, running out
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
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