It’s been on repeat for hours now. I thought sharing it might be a good idea. Depeche Mode – In Your Room
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave (more…)
There are certain songs that seem retrained, slow, peaceful, a certain rhythm that keeps on repeating. A voice that makes no effort, not even on the chorus part. It’s calm, it accepts what’s said in the song. It all seems smooth, normal, it’s a song of dealing with life. But if you actually listen to it, you feel the storm, thunder, earthquake hidden in it. The tormented soul, the restless mind, the pain, the anger, the pain, the torture. All hidden under a smiling face, listening to a song, dealing with the people around.
That tortured soul is just looking for a way to channel out all that’s eating it alive, from the inside. And the song helps. This is what listening to The Frames – Seven day mile triggered in my mind…
Happiness is a great but weird feeling. We crave for it, it’s not constant and we miss feeling it when it’s not there. When the sun isn’t shining and the birds are not singing and we’re not better at facing the bad and the ugly of the day, we wish for happiness. But being happy helps you enjoy everything more, the simple pleasures as well. A dance class when you’re dead tired and can barely keep your eyes open. A text you only saw hours later, but still made you smile. A song (which is actually a sad one), a few pages in a book, coffee in the morning.I wonder if we’re able to find so much pleasure in simple things when we are not generally happy with our life.
And when we are happy…we can disregard so much! It’s not all perfect, some things could be improved, some calls would be better off not made, it’s not all exactly as we want it. But it’s generally want we need and want, what makes us sleep better, what keeps the monsters in our mind at bay for a while…
But the thing with the sad songs that you listen to smiling is one of the weirdest parts. Here’s for example one of my new favorites. And yes, I always smile.
The more frequent “yes” replies, the excitement for really boring chores, the increased strength, the will to try harder to make others happy. It’s all triggered by this feeling. Misery might love company, but so does happiness. It doesn’t just love it, it’s more like a virus, it needs to infect others as well.
Although i am a big fan of The Crow and of the TV series The Corw: Stairway to Heaven, I somehow managed to overlook these beautiful lyrics:
Crow Lyrics
Shelly’s Lyric
I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes to find a soul like yours
A soul so pure, a soul so brave
An angel who takes my breath away
I want to lie with you forever
My passion knows no bounds
I want to shield you from all evil
Protect this love we found
Love me with your spirit
Promise we’ll never part
We aren’t the same as others
We are forever lovers
Eric’s Lyric
I love your whispers
I love your screams
I love you in waking
I love you in dreams
I love you in turquoise
I love you in white
I love you in darkness
I love you in the light
I love you tomorrow
I love you today
I love you beyond what mortal words can say
I love you in fury
I love you in control
I love you in circles 7 times around my soul.
Luckily, I found them on a friend’s blog. And my friend’s question made me wonder for a while:
“I wonder if I have ever loved like that…With the intensity shown in the movie…Or does that only happen in movies?”
And now I can answer. I have, I do and I will! What about you?
Joanna Young’s challenge, the Mission Impossible Group Writing Project, managed to inspire me and many others to do something I had never done before. In my particular case, trying to write (and managing I hope) lyrics for a song. Here’s the full list of wonderful people that jumped out of their comfort zone and tried soemthing else, something new, something inspiring. Congratulation everyone!
Poetry: A Little Lark from Write a Writing
Tanka: Pink Petal Bokeh Shimmer and a Tanka Experiment by Wonderwebby
I used to enjoy exploring writing this way but like many things, I forgot how much fun playing with words could be. Sharing a poem after so long makes me a little uneasy because like visual art, reading poetry can be subjective, and either really good or really, really bad. I know I will look back on this tanka and wish certain words away. But I’m happy to be posting it anyway, because I had fun writing it (more…)