Last Resort

Found myself pondering this classic on my way into work this morning. Think it was the waning moon that made me think of the movie "The One" where Jet Li ends up fighting on top of a pyramid with the moon as a backdrop. Don't ask me how I reach these associations.

While rather serious a song, this when done by Richard Cheese (the lounge singer) is a lot more amusing and lighthearted than the original by Papa Roach.

"Last Resort" seems to be quite a drastic call on spiraling depression and compounded difficulties of life. Sometimes I guess we just need to hear someone tell us that everything will be okay? But ultimately I was just chuckling on my way in. Unless you've heard the Richard Cheese version you're not likely to quite get it.

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight, chance are that I might
Mutilation out of sight and I'm contemplating suicide
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I can't go on living this way

I might have lost my mind a long time ago, but think I'm still some way from a last resort.

Scars

Some people are deathly afraid of getting a little older and letting it show. I guess I kind of revel in it. As we get older we get a little grayer, the hair thins and we wrinkle up a little more. You know something, I've earned that. Life isn't easy, nobody said it was so let others know that you've actually lived!

Today's song, Scars by Papa Roach is quite an emotional one. While it refers to scars being a way of recording the past I think it's very much the same kind of story. While originally recorded as a rocking distorted track, the acoustic version can't be matched.

I've heard that "scars are the wounds that we all show", however they're also a reminder that the past is real. For good or bad... scars are a reminder.

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever come around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

If caring too much is a weakness, guess I can handle that.