Tuesday, December 20, 2011

A Long December

Well today is my last day in the office until early next year. So... here's to the year, and here's to the next.

In all 2011 has been a long year, after many massive changes in 2010, this has been a year of rebuilding and stabilizing in many ways. So a big thanks to all who have played their part, no matter how big, no matter how small.

While today's song, "A Long December" is a rather melancholic tune from the Counting Crows. But I'll pick it for today because of the hope that it promises. It's amazing how quickly the time passes, day by day... and year by year. But, we hang onto hope because it's all we really have.

A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving
Oh the days go by so fast

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven
I wish you would
(Na na na, etc. yeah)

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California
I think you should
(Na na na, etc. yeah)

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after 2 a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean
I guess I should
(Na na na, etc. yeah)


I'll be heading off to the coast for a few days over Christmas and simply hope that the year to come was better than the last.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24

I finally got round to putting up my Christmas tree and is customary I have to play some TSO.

Today's song has no words, it's simply the "Carol of the Bells" but played with a bit more soul. The story behind this one is found in both "Dead Winter Dead" and "Christmas Eve and Other Stories".

As the story goes, an old man returns to war-torn Sarajevo, the city of his birth as he feels he needs to be there as things come apart. Then on Christmas eve he climbs to a pile of rubble while the missiles are fired and begins to play.

Sadly as the story tells, in "Dead Winter Dead" the old man is killed by falling missiles, but his song managed to save a couple of young people. Perhaps that is the true meaning of Christmas, to save the world, one at a time.

This story while directly linked to "Dead Winter Dead" comes from "Christmas Eve and Other Stories" where an angel is sent to earth to find the meaning of Christmas. He hears this song as he's flying about, looking for the meaning of Christmas.

As he flew o'er Sarajevo
There were scars upon the land
There were scars upon the people
It was hard to understand

And the deepest scars of all
Which to humans are unseen
But the angel could see clearly
Were the scars upon the dreams

Like Belfast and Burundi
Rwanda, Palestine
The only decorations here
Had been awarded for their crimes

And in gardens where the children played
Now soldiers only trod
And stranger still, he heard some say
That they were killing for their god

Now the angel heard god speak many times
And he had always paid attention
But this killing of ones neighbor
Was something the Lord had never mentioned

But as he neared the earth
Of a recent battleground
From among the ruins
He once more heard the sound

It was a single cello playing
A forgotten Christmas song
And even on that battlefield
The song somehow belonged

And as he flew away
The angel did take note
That where he found this music played
One always could find hope


One can only hope that they would bring cheer and song, even in the most difficult of times.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Let It Snow

Today's tune comes directly from a little frog. While we're not likely to see snow in these parts, one can hope.

This has been done by many an artist, so today I'll credit Dean Martin because, well I can always remember my grandparents playing his stuff and they were always great fun round Christmas time.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

When we finally kiss good-night
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

When we finally kiss good-night
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow


Sometimes we need a reason so just stay where we are... let it snow I guess.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Christmas Time In Hell

I've been so busy of late that somehow I've managed to not put up my tree as of yet. Very poor showing, in fairness however I'm going away for Christmas, so won't make too much of a difference from my side.

Today's tune is from the South Park Christmas special. "Christmas Time In Hell" because even Adolf wants a Christmas tree!

Well I'll tell you what..
Maybe we'll have ourselves
a little Christmas, right here..
C'mon everybody, gather 'round!

String up the lights and light up the tree
We're gonna make some revelry..
Spirits are high, so I can tell
It's Christmas time in Hell!
Demons are nicer as you pass them by
There's lots of demon toys to buy
The snow is falling, and all is well
It's Christmas time in Hell!

There goes Jeffrey Dahmer
With a festive Christmas ham..
After he has sex with it
He'll eat up all he can..
And there goes John F Kennedy
Carolling with his son..
Reunited for the holidays
God bless us, everyone!
Everybody has a happy glow
Let's dance in blood, and pretend it's snow..
Even Mao Tse Tung is under the spell
It's Christmas time in Hell!

Satan: Adolf, here's a present for you!
Adolf: Oh? Ein Tannenbaum!
Satan: Yes, Ein Tannenbaum!

God cast me down from heaven's door
To rule in Hell forever-more
But now i'm kinda glad that I fell
'Cos it's Christmas time in Hell!
Here's a rack to hang the stockings on
We still have to shop for Genghis Khan
Michael Landon's hair looks swell
It's Christmas time in Hell!

There's Princess Diana
holding burning mistletoe
Over Poor Gene Siskel's head
Just watch his weenie grow!
For one day we all stop burning
and the flames are not so thick
All the screaming and the torture stops
As we wait for Old St Nick!

So, String up the lights and light up the tree
We're damned for all eternity..
But for just one day, all is well
It's Christmas time in Hell!
Get a toast together and make it quick
We've gotta make room for Andy Dick..
Wake his mother and ring the bell..
It's Christmas time.. [Christmas time x3]
Christmas time.. [Christmas time x3]
It's Christmas time in Hell!
..Merry Christmas, Movie house!


Think I'll confirm if my destination has a tree, then make a plan from there.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Bohemian Rhapsody

Well I should have a hangover this morning, but guess I'm still waiting for it. That said I'm really just working from a scene in "Waynes World". So ultimately, "How about a little Bohemian Rhapsody gentlemen?"

This has to be one of my favourites from Queen, then again, either you love it or you simply hate good music. That is what I love about Queen and their music.

This is one of those party songs. Played at the start or end of the evening... it simply just works.

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (poor boy), I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

It's too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all



I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightning - very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo Figaro - magnifico-o-o-o

I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
It's the LAW! No - we will not let you go - let him go
It's the LAW! We will not let you go - let him go
It's the LAW! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me
for me
for me
for me



So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here



Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to me

Anyway the wind blows...


Easy come, easy go... nothing really matters. Well guess that's horribly wrong, thankfully.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Fly To Your Heart

I've not been that well of late. Think it's a combination of less that ideal lifestyle, too much work and way too little sleep. In any event this last weekend was really a "take time out" thing. Curled up on my couch with my kitties and puppy next to it I flicked through a few movies. With Christmas fast approaching I couldn't help but go through "It's a Wonderful Life" yet again (I love that movie and just can't wait for my "Wizard of Oz" to get here).

The next one to catch my attention was Tinkerbell. Must confess that there something magical about something so small that can help fix things and point you in the right direction. Besides, every Peter Pan needs a Tink'.

Today's song "Fly To Your Heart" surprised me by being by Selena Gomez. She sure does seem to have gotten about. Ultimately I just loved the movie. So horribly predictable, but yet another example of finding what you truly are and where it is that you belong.

Watch all the flowers
Dance with the wind
Listen to snowflakes
Whisper your name
Feel all the wonder
Lifting your dreams
You can fly

Fly to who you are
Climb upon your star
If you believe you'll find
Your wings
Fly
To your heart

Touch every rainbow
Painting the sky
Look at the magic
Glide through your life
A sprinkle of pixie dust
Circles the night you can fly

Fly to who you are
Climb upon your star
If you believe you'll find
Your wings
Fly

Everywhere you go
Your soul will find a home
You'll be free to spread
Your wings
Fly

You can fly
To your heart
(Fly, fly)

Rise to the heights of all
You can be
(Fly, fly)

Soar on the hope of
Marvelous things

Fly to who you are
Climb upon your star
If you believe you'll find
Your wings
Fly

Everywhere you go
Your soul will find a home
You'll be free to spread
Your wings
Fly

You can Flyyyyy
To your heart


I'll keep scanning the skies, but who knows perhaps someday I might just hear a jingle at the window.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer

I've not posted for a few days as it's been rather busy. But with Christmas just around the corner, it's time to add in some truly Christmas songs.

Some have dubbed me "Mr Christmas" and not without fair cause, I regularly play Santa at the parties, count down the sleeps, and even have a Robbie Reindeer that I made at the Build-a-Bear factory. Then again, it could be because I sign all my things of with a "Reindeer".

Today's version of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" has a little more added by Jack Johnson. Never assume that because someone can help you that they should. After the abuse why would Rudolph want to help them?

Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose
and if you ever saw it
you would even say it glows
all of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names
they never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games

then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say:
"Rudolph with your nose so bright
won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
then how the reindeer loved him
as they shouted out with glee (yippee)
"Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
you'll go down in history."

Well Rudolph he didn't go for that
he said "I see through your silly games"
How could you look me in the face
when only yesterday you called me names?
Well all of the other reindeers man,
well they sure did feel ashamed,
"Rudolph you know we're sorry,
we're truly gonna try to change"


Ultimately he does as we know... because everyone once in a while someone has to save Christmas, no matter how difficult that may be.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Promises To Keep

Yeah, adding a few I've added before, but that's the beauty of any play list, you can simply hit replay.

Yesterday was a very long day... longer than I can remember. But somehow no matter how dark the night, morning always comes and our journey begins anew. There are many things I have to do, but for now they can wait.

Today's tune, "Promises to Keep" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra remains as a reminder that while we all have a promise to keep, that once in a while others have theirs too.

Somehow I'll remember that no matter the situation that Christmas remains a day where anything can be redeemed.

Christmas time
On a cold December morning
All is calm
And the world is still asleep
Christmas lights
That have been caught without warning
Gently glitter on
Stars to wish upon
All the world is at peace

Christmas time and the year will soon be leaving
Cloaked in time till it's just a memory
Christmas stays if we don't forget its meaning
Days go quickly by
Years they multiply
And we go searching for thee

And the dream is still alive
From that first December morning
And it always will survive
As long as we can see
That the dreams we find in life
Are the dreams we tend to seek
And Christmas has its promises to keep

Christmas time
And the moments just beginning
From last night
When we'd wished upon a star

If our kindness
This day is just pretending
If we pretend long enough
Never giving up
It just might be who we are


AND SO IT'S GOOD THAT WE REMEMBER
JUST AS SOON AS WE'VE DISCOVERED
THAT THE THINGS WE DO IN LIFE
WILL ALWAYS END UP TOUCHING OTHERS

SO FROM A FADING NEON STAR
SOMEWHERE SHINING IN THE NIGHT
WE FIND A FATHER FAR AWAY
NOW REFLECTING IN ITS LIGHT

Sunday, December 4, 2011

JCB Song

It's been 5 years since dad left us... The world seems so very different now. But rather than be sad for what is gone, I choose to be happy for what was. As Yoda would say, "Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those who transform into the Force". Oddly enough, it's something my dad used to say, but not in Yoda's voice mind you. :)

Today's song, "JCB Song" by Nizlopi puts a lot of nonsense together but rather explains a lot of my childhood. Actually much for both of my brothers and I. This was the song that we played at dads funeral along with Queen's "You're My Best Friend".

This makes me smile, it makes me sad... But it reminds me of the good times.

Well i'm rumbling in this JCB,
I'm 5 years old and my dad's a giant,
Sitting beside me,
And the engine rattles my bum like bazzerk,
While we're singing,
Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
And my dad's probably had a bloody hard day,
But he's been good fun and bubblin and joking away,
And the procession of cars stuck behind,
Are getting all impatient and angry but we don't mind.

And we're holding up the bypass,
Oh-oh,
We and my dad havin' a top laugh
Oh-oh-oh,
And i'm sitting on the tool box,
Oh-oh,
And i'm so glad i'm not in school boss,
So glad i'm not in school,
Oh no-oo.

And we pull over to let cars past,
And pull off again speeding by this summer green grass,
And we're like giants up here in our big yellow digger,
Like zoids or transformers or maybe even bigger,
I wanna transform into a Tyrannosaurus Rex,
And eat up all the bullies and the teachers and their pets,
And i'll tell all my mates,
My dad's B.A.Baracus,
Only with a JCB, and Bruce Lee's numchuckers...

And we're holding up the bypass,
Oh-oh,
me and my dad having a top laugh,
Oh-oh-oh,
And i'm sitting on the tool box,
Oh-oh,
And i'm so glad i'm not in school boss,
So glad i'm not in school,
Oh no.

And we're holding up the bypass,
Oh-oh,
me and my dad having a top laugh,
Oh-oh-oh,
And i'm sitting on the tool box,
Oh-oh,
And i'm so glad i'm not in school boss,
So glad i'm not in school,
Oh no.

Said i'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around in his JCB,
I'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around in his JCB,
i'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around in his JCB,
i'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around-

And we're holding up the bypass,
Oh-oh,
Me and my dad having a top laugh,
Oh-oh-oh,
And i'm sitting on the toolbox,
Oh-oh,
And i'm so glad i'm not in school boss,
So glad i'm not in school,
Oh no.

Said i'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around in his JCB,
I'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around in his JCB,
i'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around in his JCB,
i'm Luke i'm 5 and my dad's Bruce Lee,
Drives me around in his JCB.


As with this blog, all of life's moments should have a backing track.

Friday, December 2, 2011

To Where You Are

I've been thinking a lot about my dad lately. On Monday he will have been gone for five years already, I can't believe how quickly the time has past, I can't believe that it's been that long.

I've added this one before, but going to include it once again. "To Where You Are" by Josh Groban simply wonders, where are you now. How near, how far... but never gone.

Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory, so clear

Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be (?)
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are

Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing
All power can't be seen

As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are my
Forever love
Watching me from up above

And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave

Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are

I know you're there
A breath away not far
To where you are


In the dark I still see the stars and know that someone is looking down on me.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Furry Happy Monsters

Feeling downright rubbish today. Woke up feeling rather green, think it's just a bug doing it's rounds. Oh well... will survive no doubt.

So as I'm simply reloading one that makes me happy. How can anyone not enjoy the Muppets? Today we can be "Furry Happy Monsters".

Ha Ha Ha Ha
Furry happy monsters laughing (oh, that’s great!) (ha ha ha ha)
Monsters having fun,
Happy, happy
See them jump and run.
Happy, happy
laughing all the while
Cheerful cheerful
Flashing a big smile
That’s a perfect sign
That they’re feeling fine

Furry happy monsters feeling glad
Furry happy monsters feeling glad
Furry happy monsters laughing

Something has gone wrong, (what are we gonna do?)
Sighing, sighing.
Faces have turned long, ( I am so sad!)
Crying, crying.
Hear them sob and whine, (oh oh oh)
Tearful, tearful.
That’s a real good sign,
That they’re feeling glum.
Sad, sad times have come.

Furry sobbing monsters feeling sad.
Furry sobbing monsters feeling sad. (oh so it’s sad)
Furry sobbing monsters crying.

Come on monsters, you don’t have to cry, (we don’t)
we can be happy! (all righ!t) (yeah!)

Furry happy monsters feeling glad.
Furry happy monsters feeling glad.
Furry happy monsters laughing.

Furry sobbing monsters feeling sad.
Furry sobbing monsters feeling sad.
Furry sobbing monsters crying.

Furry happy monsters feeling glad.
Furry happy monsters feeling glad.
Furry happy monsters laughing.

Monsters, Happy, Monsters
Monsters, Happy, Monsters
Monsters, Happy, Monsters
Monsters, Happy, Monsters


I can be happy!! :)

Monday, November 28, 2011

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Everyone knows that I'm a sucker for cheesy music. So lets take a trip back to the 80's and the hair-metal bands. This is about as cheesy as can be.

"Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by Poison is one of those that everyone has heard at some point. While an obvious "she got away" kind of song it also makes the point that be careful what you reach for, it could come back to harm you.

We both lie silently still
in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to her favourite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could let you know somehow
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar will remain

I know I could saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways

and now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn


Even the softest and most beautiful of things seem to have that which can hurt us. But yeah, it's about as cheesy as you get.

Fly

Ah radio play, sometimes you come to the rescue.

Today's song, "Fly" by Nicki Minaj and featuring Rihanna is a track that I rather enjoy even though it's about as far from my usual scene as can be.

I guess it's the chorus that I find inspirational. I've lived by the motto that failure simply isn't an option. Sure sometimes you lose, and sometimes you win... but as long as you put in the fight you've hardly failed. I think this might just be the anti Jessie Clegg intro when he questions why he came at all.

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise
to fly
to fly

I wish today it will rain all day
maybe that will kinda make the pain go away
trying to forgive you for abandoning me
praying but I think I'm still an angel away
angel away, yeah strange in a way
maybe that is why I chase strangers away
they got their guns out aiming at me
but I become near when they aiming at me
me, me, me against them
me against enemies, me against friends
somehow they both seem to become one
A sea full of sharks and they all see blood
they start coming and I start rising
must be surprising, I'm just summising
win, thrive, soar, higher, higher, higher
more fire

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise
to fly
to fly

Everybody wanna try to box me in
suffocating everytime it locks me in
paint they own pictures than they crop me in
but I will remain where the top begins
cause I am not a word, I am not a line
I am not a girl that can every be defined
I am not fly, I am levitation
I represent an entire generation
I hear the criticism loud and clear
that is how I know that the time is near
so we become alive in a time of fear
and I aint got no muthafucking time to spare
cry my eyes out for days upon days
such a heavy burden placed upon me
but when you go hard your nay's become yay's
Yankee Stadium with Jay's and Kanye's

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise
to fly
to fly

Get ready for it
get ready for it
get ready for it
I came to win
get ready for it
get ready for it
I came to win

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise
to fly
to fly


So when we sit back and wonder why it is that we are where we are... it's quite simply to fly.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Closing Time

The band Semisonic don't really seem to have made number 1 hits a regular occurrence but remain consistent over the years. I expect that this might have been their greatest hit. But I guess all we really need is that one song.

Today's tune is Beerday inspired. While rather sombre in tune as it would always be when last round is called, it is the last line that really strikes a chord. Things can only ever really start because something else came to an end. I guess that's the point, reaching closing time what you do after that, well is entirely up to you.

Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every
girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or
beer
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your
sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other
beginning's end

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other
beginning's end


Today only get's to begin because yesterday came to an end.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Heavy in your Arms

Today's track comes from a completely random band. Florence and the Machine have been around for quite a while, but it seems that finally MTV, Radio and mainstream are coming to the party promoting this kind of music.

Oddly enough this song makes takes me back some time. Back to the early 2000's when my uncle, aunt and I went up Table Mountain to scatter ashes of those that had been lost over the years. It was then that I realised just how heavy something so small can weigh you down.

Are any of us really that strong, to carry both our own heart and another... or do we often end up having to pick one over another? Which are we more likely to pick? Either way, it's a heavy burden to carry.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I'm so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms
I'm so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms

And is it worth the wait
All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand
Protecting both your heart and mine?

Who is the betrayer?
Who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn't make a sound

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I'm so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms
I'm so heavy, heavy
So heavy in your arms

This will be my last confession
I love you never felt like any blessing
(Ohhhh)
Whispering like it's a secret
Only to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart

Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms
(i'm so) Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms
(i'm so) Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms
(i'm so) Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms

I was a heavy heart to carry
my beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown

I was a heavy heart to carry
But he never let me down
When he had me in his arms
My feet never touched the ground

I'm so heavy, heavy in your arms.

Heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.


Sometimes it's the smallest things that weigh us down the most, that's usually when we have to just make sure you keep carrying on.

Monday, November 21, 2011

I Miss You

Christmas if fast approaching. For anyone that might not know I simply am Christmas's biggest fan. It's not about anything other than simply latching onto a the feelgood atmosphere of the season.

"I Miss You" by Blink 182 makes a lot of references to A Nightmare Before Christmas one of the best Christmas movies of all time. I love it because it just reminds me of of everything that is my childhood.

I this tune I think the one being missed more than anything is the child that once was. But... the joy is no matter what I can still be Jack, we'll have Halloween on Christmas. Real question is where is Sally?

(I miss you, I miss you)
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

(I miss you, I miss you)
(I miss you, I miss you)

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

(I miss you, I miss you)
(I miss you, I miss you)
(I miss you, I miss you)
(I miss you, I miss you)


If there ever was a Pumpkin King, I guess that I would be it...

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Still Standing

Yet another great band to come from Scandinavia, The Rasmus seem to yet another polished act from this never ending source.

"Still Standing" is a rather dramatic turn for a band that usually lean towards the heavier sound. While there are many interpretations (as there so often are) this one really signifies loss and trying to take something back. To once again take a stand, be counted no matter what the barrage may be. There are things we simply can't avoid, but with clear conscience we can simply stand.

I wish you here tonight with me to see the northern lights
I wish you were here tonight with me
I wish I could have you by my side tonight when the sky is burning
I wish I could have you by my side

Cause I've been down and I've been crawling
Won't back down no more

Can't you stop the lies, falling from the skies
Down on me, I'm still standing
Can't you roll the dice, I might be surprised
Conscience clear, I'm still standing here

burns like a thousand stars, though you are light years away
burns like a thousand stars or more

you're up there, you're always with me
smiling down on me

can't you stop the lies, falling from the skies
down on me, I'm still standing
can't you roll the dice, I might be surprised
conscience clear, I'm still standing here

It's something sacred, something so beautiful
something quiet to ease my mind
when the pressure's taking me over and over

cause I've been down and I've been crawling
pushed around and always falling
you're up there, you're always with me
smiling down on me

can't you stop the lies, falling from the skies
down on me, I'm still standing
can't you roll the dice, I might be surprised
conscience clear, I'm still standing here
can't you stop the lies, falling from the skies
down on me, I'm still standing here
can't you roll the dice, I might be surprised
conscience clear, I'm still standing here


It's been a while since I've just stared up to the stars, they do a fantastic job of just looking over me. I think that I might just do this evening.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Mr Sandman

Well once again I simply can't seem to find a decent nights sleep. Which brings me back to today's tune, "Mr Sandman". Think I might have to visit the pharmacy a little later in search of some sleeping sand.

Performed by Blind Guardian this one starts off rather mellow and ends up a a real rocking track. Much like many of their covers mind you.

(bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.
Make her the cutest that I've ever seen.
Give her two lips like roses in clover.
Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over.

Sandman, I'm so alone.
Don't have nobody to call my own.
Please turn on your magic beam.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.

(bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.
Make her the cutest that I've ever seen.
Give her the word that I'm not a rover
And tell her that her lonesome nights are over.

Sandman, I'm so alone.
Don't have nobody to call my own.
Please turn on your magic beam.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.

(bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum, bum, bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)

Mister Sandman, bring us a dream.
Give her a pair of eyes with a come-hither gleam
Give her a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace

Mister Sandman, someone to hold.
Would be so peachy before we're too old.
So please turn on your magic beam.
Mister Sandman, bring us,
Please, please, please,
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream.


Mister Sandman, seriously, just a dream... I might just finally get some rest.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Daydream Believer

Ah... looking for happy cheery songs and suddenly I'm a "Daydream Believer". Today's song is a old classic that for some reason leaves me thinking of my dad.

So here's to The Monkees a classic rock and roll band. Don't really make them like that anymore. But for a cheery throw back, today's song is "Daydream Believer".

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring,
But six rings and I rise;
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend,
But how much, baby, do we really need?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?


Ultimately we all need to cheer up... no matter the reason.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

99 Red Balloons

Music has always been one of the most successful devices in overcoming many an obstacle. Protest of all sorts are often accompanied by song.

"99 Red Balloons" is one such song. While a very loose translation of the German original "99 Luftbaoons" by Nena you can't help but feel the sadness in the song. Much like the Dead Winter Dead album you're left but nothing but the ashes when conflict ensues.

You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by

99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky as 99 red balloons go by

99 Decision street
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by

99 knights of the air
Ride super high tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify, and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by Wooo-hoo! Wooo-hoo! Woooo-hooo! Wooooo-hooo!
99 red balloons go by

99 dreams I have had In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you, and let it go


I wonder just how many dreams have stood in the same spot we find ourselves. How many simply drifted away?

Monday, November 14, 2011

Pure Morning

Perfect sunrise, watched the sun shimmering off of the ocean. A pure morning.

So with that in mind the best title for today's track is simply "Pure Morning" which is a track from the late '90s by Placebo. While another rather deep track from this band, I like the simplicity of it.

To a pure morning, may it be shared with friends those in need... and any of the others too.

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compress,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed, she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Day's dawning, skins crawling [repeat three more times]
Pure morning, [repeat this three more times]

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better,
Our thoughts compress,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning,
Pure morning,
Pure morning,
Pure morning,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed, she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever,

A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather


Oddly enough I've given Japan some thought of late... stranger things have happened I suppose.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Hands

Well, not sure where the weekend went, but pretty sure once I truly sober up I'll have a better idea.

So while I remain in a rather chirpy mood I'm going to add one that's a little sombre today. "Hands" by Jewel is one of those that always inspires me.

The line: "For light does the darkness most fear" reminds me that no matter of slight, light always overcomes the darkness. Not to mention a vital point that light is never lost by lending light to another. While my hands are fairly small they are are also amazingly powerful for they too can carry light.

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands


No matter what life or the world throw at you, never be broken, it just takes a tiny bit of light to chase any of the darkness.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

This Isn't What We Meant

Well today is the 11th of the 11th and most seem to have missed the point as today is also Remembrance Day. I'm fortunate enough to have never seen war. My dad served in a civil war and my grandfather as a non-combatant in the second world war. Those seem so very, very far away yet the effects still linger today.

Today's track is, "This Isn't What We Meant" by Savatage. Taken from the album Dead Winter Dead this track outline the start to the civil war in Bosnia. At a time when the people could finally be free they simply turned on each other. It's desperately sad that this seems to happen time and again.

We dared to ask for more
But that was long before the nights began to burn
You would have thought we'd learned
You can't make promises all based upon tomorrow
Happiness, security are words we only borrowed
For is this the answer to our prayers, is this what God has sent?
Please understand this isn't what we meant

The future couldn't last, we nailed it to the past
With every word a trap that no one can take
Back from all the architects who find their towers leaning
And every prayer we pray at night has somehow lost its meaning
For is this the answer to our prayers, is this what God has sent?
Please understand this isn't what we meant

A long time ago when the world was pretty
Standing right here in a different city
They're not coming back any more
They're not coming back any...

Is this the answer to our prayers, is this what God has sent?
Please understand this isn't what we meant


Be careful where emotion, hatred and greed may take you because it rarely leads you where you needed/wanted to be.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Spin Around

Been thinking of additions I should be making to my DVD collection and am instantly reminded of the "Josie and the Pussycats" movie. If you haven't seen it, it's one of those nonsensical movies that ultimately has a feel good theme but for the most part just makes fun of commercialism to some degree. It certainly doesn't hurt that Josie is really cute and Melody is one of those characters that you just have to love.

Thankfully I know the lyrics to "Enter Sandman" so should be fine even if I join a boy band at some point.

"Spin Around" is the backing track as Josie and the Pussycats seem to have hit the big time. I wonder if it's always a case of spiraling out of control is a natural progression when we finally make it? I suppose time will tell.

La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la yeah

Spin around come back home
You're runnin out on a line
Sometimes feel I'm going outta my mind
Stunned here waitin for anyone to take the time
Spin around we get further and further away
Smile and wave, ain't got nothin to say
Stunned here waitin for anyone to take the time
To change my mind this time

I've been starin' at the sun for some time
It gets dark inside but I don't mind
And if you're gone its like I'm goin' blind
I can't get by this time

Spin around jump back take another look at yourself
You've been hidin' all alone on a shelf
Frozen waitin for anyone who'll change your mind
Spin around come down now cause its all getting clear
Everything you ever wanted is here
We never needed anyone to change your mind
Don't waste our time
We're fine

I've been starin at the sun for some time
It gets dark inside but I don't mind
And if you're gone it likes I'm going blind
I can't get by this time

La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la yeah

Spin around and around
and around and around
never want to come back down
'cause everything you lost
I found yeah
Spin around and around and uh
Spin around and around and uh
Spin around and around and uh
yeah yeah yeah


Sometimes we're find ourselves spinning about and kinda lose touch with reality. Then again is that always a bad thing?

Hero of the Day

I've posted this one before, but because Anne was officially my hero today (she collected Macdonalds for everyone in the office) and I got to thinking of heroes in general.

How is it exactly that a hero is defined? Is it a single act, a commitment that is carried through or is it a case of just being there? I guess it's as much of being on hand at the right moment.

"Hero of the Day" by Metallica is one of those that always makes me think of home. There's something magically wonderful about being able to follow the usual path home and find yourself where you began. For me home is really where ever my kids (Jet, Indie, Jasper and Abby) might be. While for the most part cats don't really care for people as much as a puppy might, Jet is always waiting for me. He sits in the same spot every time I leave until I return. There's something amazingly comforting in that knowledge. The others... well, they're glad to see that the meal ticket has returned. But that's how they roll.

The beauty is that if we can be the hero today, then why not again tomorrow? From there, who knows, maybe a hero all round?

Mama they try and break me

The window burns to light the way back home
A light that warms no matter where they've gone

They're off to find the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way

Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Do you feel your names?
Can't you hear your baby's crying?
Mama they try and break me
Still they try and break me

S'cuse me while I tend to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real

Now deservingly this easy chair
But the rocking stopped by wheels of despair

Don't want your aid
But the fist I've made
For years, can't hold or feel
No I'm not all me
So please excuse me
While I tend to how I feel

But now the dreams and waking screams
That everlast the night
So build a wall
Behind it crawl
And hide until it's light
Can't you hear your baby's crying now?

Still the window burns
Time so slowly turns
And someone there is sighing
Keepers of the flames
Can't you hear your names?
Can't you hear your baby's crying?

But now the dreams and waking screams
That everlast the night
So build a wall
Behind it crawl
And hide until it's light
Can't you hear your baby's crying now?

Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try
Mama they try hey!
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try and break me
Mama they try
Mama they try


Because no matter how late... or how dark the night, the light will be on and there will be a little cat sitting waiting for me. In Jet's world I might be a hero, but he's always been my hero.

Monday, November 7, 2011

YMCA

I've posted today's song before but in the spirit of Movember, nobody really does it better than the Village People. For all the cheese they've really somehow managed to stick around and become almost a cult themselves.

So be you a construction worker, a police officer, biker or Indian Chief, we want to see that "Mo". So as a tribute to all, here's "YMCA" possibly one of the most well known songs that I can think of. While there is a lot of more serious commentary in many of the Village People's songs the best thing is that they are also presented in light-hearted and humorous ways. How can anyone watch/listen to the Village People and not be entertained?

Young man, there's no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no need to be unhappy.

Young man, there's a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you're short on your dough.
You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

They have everything that you need to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal
You can do whatever you feel ...

Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.
But you've got to know this one thing!

No man does it all by himself.
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf,
And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A.
I'm sure they can help you today.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

They have everything that you need to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do whatever you feel ...

Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was down and out with the blues.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was so jive ...

That's when someone came up to me,
And said, young man, take a walk up the street.
It's a place there called the Y.M.C.A.
They can start you back on your way.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.

They have everything that you need to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...

YMCA
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A
Young man, young man there's no need to feel down
Young man, young man pick yourself off the ground

Y-M-C-A
then just go to the Y-M-C-A
young man, young man I was once in your shoes
young man, young man I said, I was down and out with the blues.
Y-M-C-A


Yeah, well... as my mother put it, no party was complete until someone played the village people and someone threw up (they could be the same person - often were mind you).

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Now That We're Men

Monday's can bee a little blue at the best of times, so I decided that to commemorate Movember, we're going to take a page out of the Spongebob Squarepants movie score.

"Now That We're Men" as sung by Spongebob and Patrick is one of those cheesy tracks that even the monsters of the deep are unable to do anything but sing along. Ultimately they gain all the confidence and bravery that the bottom of the ocean can hold simply because they have magically grown moustaches.

So for all out there promoting Movember, this one is for you... once you've got you moustache, pretty much anything is doable.

Now that we're men, we can do anything
Now that we're men, we are invincible
Now that we're men, we'll go to shell city
Get the crown, save the town and Mr. Krabs
Now that we're men, we have facial hair
Now that we're men, I change my underwear
Now that we're men, we got a manly flair
We got the stuff, we're tough enough to save the day
We never had a chance when we were kids, no no no
But take a look at what we've already did, ha ha ha

Now that they're men, we can't bother them
Now that they're men, they have become our friends
Now that they're men, there'll be a happy end
They'll pass the test, and finish the quest for the crown
They'll pass the test
And finish the quest
They'll pass the test, and finish the quest for the crown


The power of a moustache, even Spongebob and Patrick get it.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Where the Wild Roses Grow

Ah the joys of social media, constantly reminded of classics that just sit round the corners of consciousness yet always play a part in our daily lives.

I fell in love with this one, possibly as far back as 1995 when I first saw the music video. "Where the Wild Roses Grow" is a duet between Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue. While they may seem an unlikely duo Cave penned this song with Kylie in mind.

While a rather macabre song (as most of Cave's tend to be) the imagery is truly beautiful, which is part of the point behind the song. In this case Cave's character ends up killing Kylie's character in order to preserve beauty. But as with so many things, dying young rarely keeps things as beautiful as they should be.

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said "Give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose tween her teeth

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day


In the end, the only thing that was left of Elisa Day was a bed of roses. Perhaps even the most grim of circumstances can leave something of beauty behind even if it is totally unintended. Perhaps it's hope that needs us and not the other way around.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Gone Away

Visited a few friends last night and as usual, the discussion involved politics and religion.

I've always maintained that I don't so much fear death simply the manner in which it may come. "Gone Away" by Offspring is a simple plead for a lost one. Unfair, too soon are always things people say.

Others would say that some people live such a full life that it's used up long before some of us may even realise. Who truly knows, I suppose I'm rather curious and hope someday to finally have that answer. For now I suppose, I'll just keep looking up to the stars...

Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal it's so unfair

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away

Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me

I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away
Gone away, gone away, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oooooo, yeah oooooo, oooooo, Ohh yeah.

I'll Save Your Soul
Whoa. Yeaaaaaeeeaaeah. Mm.

I reach to the sky
And call out your name
Oh please let me trade
I would

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away
Gone away, gone away, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah


If the trade was there would I make it... or would I be more content to wait it out?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Here Comes The Rain Again

Sticking with the "pretty much anything goes" today's backing track is an older 80's style dance track.

"Here Comes The Rain Again" by the Eurythmics is a catchy but like much of their work deeper song. As always, open to interpretation, but this one seems to be more of a plead rather than a conclusion. In this case it would seem it's the singer who's fallen hopelessly for someone (or is that hopefully?) and desperately wanting to know if it's the same for the other person.

I have a feeling that this could be for pretty much anything out there. Someone's love for anything often requires that the love is reciprocated in some way. After all, if the notes don't love the musician the musician can't love the notes... the sculptor the form and so on.

sometimes it's nice to start fresh, other times reminded by memories.

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Walk with me
Like lovers do
Talk to me
Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
Oooooh
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

So baby talk to me
Like lovers do

Here it comes again!
ooooooooh,oh,oooooooh..
hey,hey,hey,hey,heeeeeeeeeay

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
(Here it comes again, here it comes again)
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you


Ever notice how when it rains it pours, good or bad. Guess the only thing for it is to learn to dance in the rain.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Wind Beneath My Wings

A strange selection today. I must confess however that I do much prefer the Sonata Arctica cover of Bette Midler classic. Yup... it can be done.

"The Wind Beneath My Wings" is a tribute to all out there that have managed to get through adversity and basically life in general (nobody said would be easy, wish they had said it could be this hard) and help get me to where I am today. I just hope that I've been able to convey that message... but somehow think they understand.

It must have been cold there in my shadow
To never have sunlight in your face
And you can content to let me shine
You always walked a step behind.

I was the one with all the glory
While you were the one with all the strength
Only a face without a name
I never once heard you complain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed
but I've got it all here in my heart
I want you to know, I know the truth, yes i do
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.


I just hope you know. :)

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Angel on My Shoulder

People always wondered why being a certified non-believer that I'm set on having an angel tattoo at some point. Well... It's a long story, but can pretty much be summed up by simply saying, "Things aren't always as they seem and sometimes we just need to feel like someone's looking over our shoulder".

This brings me to today's song, "Angel on My Shoulder" by the 69 Eyes. While there are many interpretations of this song, one line sticks with me I don't wanna see you crying little angel on my shoulder. It simply makes me stop, take a moment and wonder if that little angel looking over my shoulder would be happy or sad at my actions.

I wanna feel you now like a thousand lies
Bleeding out of your heart
Burning in the night

Don't wanna see you crying
Fallen out of light

I wanna feel you now
Like an august rain
Kissing summer goodbyes
I wanna see your pain

Don't wanna see you crying
Fallen out of light

I don't wanna see you crying little angel on my shoulder
I wanna see you flying back to heaven where you belong

I wanna feel you now like a thousand knives
Digging out of my heart
Burning in the night

Don't wanna see you crying
Fallen out of light

I don't wanna see you crying little angel on my shoulder
I wanna see you flying back to heaven where you belong

Don't wanna see you crying little angel on my shoulder
I said alright gonna get you crying
Come hell or high water since you've been gone


At the end of it all, I don't want to be the one that brings tears to its eyes.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Jar of Hearts

I don't know why but this one really strikes a chord with me. This is getting quite a bit of play on MTV at the moment which thankfully I just kinda stumbled upon.

I'm not sure how long Christina Perri has been on the scene, but "Jar of Hearts" came across rather polished, but not as something that would be released as a instant hit. Then again, it might simply be refreshing to see things change for the better.

I've often wondered if some people ever truly love, or even know what it is. But the realisation is, some people are just as cold as ice but we rarely see that at first. You can't change that, but you can choose to say "don't come back for me". Because you simply don't care anymore. There comes a time when you need to ask the question and reach that conclusion simply because you must.

I know I can't take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting Your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So Don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting Your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So Don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting Your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So Don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting Your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So Don't come back for me
Dont come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?


While it's often been said that someone will wear their heart on a sleeve, I wonder how many go around collecting them?

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sarajevo

Well... the world is in chaos at the moment and once again the world celebrates another death. Funny that, everyone will fight to the end for their own life, but celebrate the end of another. I'll never get over that I suppose. Don't think I want to.

After all the conflict in Libya in recent times and the end to Gadaffi's reign of terror, I can't help but think that this cycle never, ever ends.

Today's song is "Sarajevo" by Savatage. It's more of a spoken into to the next track, "This is the Time", setting the scene in what is a liberated Sarajevo. There are those that are around long before us and there are those that will follow, I wonder what those who see it all would say?

In the town of Sarajevo, there's an old medieval square
There's a church aside one corner most believe was always there

It was built a thousand years before any now were born
And its glory was its belfry with its stones all gray... and worn

Now there's a gargoyle on that belfry and he's been up there for years
And he has watched and he has pondered: "What is laughter, what are tears?"

And he's never found his answers as he sees the years go by
But he watches and he wonders with his stone unblinking eyes


Unblinking, those with a heart of stone will never know the difference between laughter and tears... I wonder how many people are just as cold?

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Mr Brightside

Despite the title I've always considered this a rather depressing track. Another one that I saw being performed on Rock Star Supernova by Marty Casey. I think the acoustic version of this one works so much better as it simply seems so much more raw.

"Mr Brightside" by The Killers is a somber tale of anguish. While I'm not quite sure who the object of affection was here (could be someone that he was in love with, in a relationship with or simply admired from a distance) Mr Brightside is pretty heart broken. While much of this may simply be playing out in his head there is obviously that point where he's had to face up to the reality of the situation and having to move on.

Does he become Mr Brightside or does he let it eat him up inside? I guess that's left pretty open ended on this one.

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

And I just can't look - it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'˜Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

'Cause I just can't look - it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...


Destiny is calling... I think it's about time that Mr Brightside came out for a while.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Never Gonna Give You Up

I have no idea why, but today I woke up with the intention of pulling a rick roll on someone.

So... in tribute to this timeless prank, today's song is "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. Who, you might ask. Rick was a one hit wonder that proves that somehow anyone can become a legend because of the internet.

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules ... and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm ... thinkin' of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you ... understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other ... for so long
Your heart's been aching, but ... you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been ... goin' on
We know the game and we're ... gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're to ... blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Oooooooooh ... give you up
Oooooooooh ... give you up

Never gonna give never gonna give
Give you up
Never gonna give never gonna give
Give you up

We've known each other ... for so long
Your heart's been aching, but ... you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been ... goin' on
We know the game and we're ... gonna play it
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you ... understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you


Only real point is just how creative can I be?

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Alice

Carrying on from the Alice in Wonderland theme started yesterday with "Clarity" I've gone with "Alice" which was the title track for the recently released movie of "Alice in Wonderland".

I think most would agree that Lewis Carol was on some pretty strong stuff when putting this story together. Only for Alice to awaken at the end of it all... but then again is a new start or even a new slant on everything an awakening of sorts?

I think that Avril Lavigne does a great job on this one. Much like clarity, once you fall in to a world of wonder and chaos, I think we finally find an inner strength and clarity that may not have been evident before hand. After all is said and done, don't we stand tallest and strongest when it's most difficult to do so?

Trippin' out
Spinnin' around
I'm underground
I fell down
Yeah, I fell down

I'm freakin' out
Where am I now?
Upside down
And I can't stop it now
It can't stop me now
ooooooh

I... I'll get by
I... I'll Survive
When the world's crashin' down
When I Fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I... I won't cry

I'll play the game
But I can't stay
I've got my head on straight
And I'm not gonna change
I'm not gonna change

I'll win the race
Keep up with the pace
Today's the day
That I start to pray
You can't get in my way
Nooooooooo

I... I'll get by
I... I'll Survive
When the world's crashin' down
When I Fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I... I won't cry

I found myself (myself)
In Wonderland
Get back on (back on)
My feet again
Is this real? (this real)
Is this pretend?
I'll Take a stand (a stand)
Until the end

I... I'll get by
I... I'll Survive
When the world's crashin' down
When I Fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I... I won't cry

I... I'll get by
I... I'll Survive
When the world's crashin' down
When I Fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I... I won't cry


No matter how far the fall, it's always a chance to turn it around.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Clarity

Sometimes we have to look into the darkest recesses of ourselves to truly find the clarity that we desire. Do we really know who we truly are?

"Clarity" by Jessie Clegg references the rabbit hole that is really the start to Alice's journey into madness. But, I wonder if that journey into madness really wasn't a deeper look inside, a look at all facets that lie inside from urgency to laziness to violence to innocence to the mischievousness that only a cat can bring. I suppose clarity comes in many forms of all of us.

Beyond these walls
Further than eyes see
There’s a place they call
Clarity

There’s no road
There’s no guiding light
Only murmurs
Of your heart

Hey, let’s go down the rabbit hole
Hey, take me to the waterfall
Hey, go down, go down

Between the cracks
Under the surface
You will find me there
Clarity

Searching the chaos
Searching the silence
You can lose yourself
Seeking me

Hey, let’s go down the rabbit hole
Hey, take me to the waterfall
Hey, go down, go down


I don't know about anyone else, but for me the clearest of moments come during absolute chaos. It is truly in those silent moments of insanity that clarity can truly be found.

Who's Laughing Now

Constantly hear stories of bulling and how some are forced into drastic measures to make it stop. From Rebecca Black (of Friday fame) having no choice but home school to poor kids going under the knife for cosmetic surgery to just make it stop.

Today's song, "Who's Laughing Now" by Jessie J is a dig back at those same folk. How often is it that it's the little guy that rises to the top? I wonder just how often some look back and actually say, "Well, who's laughing now?" Guess we'll never really know. But hey... would be amusing.

Mummy they call me names
They wouldn't let me play
I'd run home, sit and cry almost everyday
'Hey Jessica, you look like an alien
With green skin you don't fit in this playpen'
Well they pull my hair
They took away my chair
I keep it in and pretend that I didn't care
'Hey Jessica, you're so funny
You've got teeth just like Bugs bunny'

Oh, so you think you know me now
Have you forgotten how
You would make me feel
When you drag my spirit down
But thank you for the pain
It made me raise my game
And I'm still rising, I'm still rising
Yeah

So make your jokes
Go for broke
Blow your smoke
You're not alone
But who's laughing now
But who's laughing now
So raise the bar
Hit me hard
Play your cards
Be a star
But who's laughing now
But who's laughing now

Cos I'm in L.A
You think I've made my fame
If it makes us friends
When you only really know my name
'Oh Jessie, we knew you could make it
I've got a track and I'd love you to take it'
So now because I'm signed
You think my pockets lined
4 years now and I'm still waiting in the line
'Oh Jessie, I saw you on youtube
I tagged old photos from when we was at school'

Oh, so you think you know me now
Have you forgotten how
You would make me feel
When you drag my spirit down
But thank you for the pain
It made me raise my game
And I'm still rising, I'm still rising
Yeah

So make your jokes
Go for broke
Blow your smoke
You're not alone
But who's laughing now
But who's laughing now
So raise the bar
Hit me hard
Play your cards
Be a star
But who's laughing now
But who's laughing now

Jessie
She broke out of the box
Swallowed your prideqw
You got that ego cough
Let the haters hate
You're like way too late
See I got a message from you
'Hola, I'm proud of you'
'Oh my god babe your voice is like wow!'
My reply: Who's laughing now

Oh, so you think you know me now
Have you forgotten how
You would make me feel
When you drag my spirit down
But thank you for the pain
It made me raise my game
And I'm still rising, I'm still rising
Yeah

So make your jokes
Go for broke
Blow your smoke
You're not alone
But who's laughing now
But who's laughing now
So raise the bar
Hit me hard
Play your cards
Be a star
But who's laughing now
But who's laughing now

So make your jokes
Go for broke
Blow your smoke
You're not alone
But who's laughing now
But who's laughing now
So raise the bar
Hit me hard
Play your cards
Be a star
But who's laughing now


Isn't it amazing how all the bullies never amount to much? Or perhaps it's the continual beating down and getting back up that makes the little guy that much tougher and more eager to win at the end of the day.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

It Was All A Lie

I mentioned a short while back that, "They'll never know how much that hurt because they'll never really know what love was."

Today's song follows on from that somewhat with "It Was All A Lie" by Evanescence. I wonder if others are lying to themselves more than to us when they pretend... or are they truly that sinister?

Bind my limbs with fear (with fear)
choke me with tears (tears)
wont die for you
You've (you've) been here before (before)
and come back for more (more)
not this time

You will never be strong enough
you will never be good enough
you were never concieved in love
you will not rise above

Somebody tell me what made us all believe you
I should have known all along it was all a lie
(should have known it was all a lie)

Now, (now) I know the truth (truth)
I'm through fearing you (you)
I am free

You will never be strong enough
you will never be good enough
you were never concieved in love
you will not rise above

Somebody tell me what made us all believe you
I should have known all along it was all a lie
(I should have known it was all a lie)

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Somebody tell me what made us all believe you
I should have known all along it was all a lie

Somebody tell me what made us all believe you (I should have known it was all a lie)
should have known it was all a lie

I should have known it was all a lie.


How will you ever tell it was a lie if they believe it themselves?

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Baby One More Time

It seems like an age since I last added anything by Britney, so here goes.

Okay, while today's song may have put her on the map, so to speak, I was never really a fan until her second album (for the record I do have both though). This particular song was covered by Marty Casey on the reality show, "Rock Star Supernova". I thought it was hysterically funny. The band had decided that he needed to lighten up a bit and figured by taking him right out of any form of comfort zone that he could show a whole new dimension. Not sure that it turned out quite the way it was intended, but was amusing and I guess if I had a shot on stage I'd mix it up like that anyhow.

"Baby One More Time" may seem like a very simple track to get down, but it's really a lot more complicated than it seems. While still not near my top 10 Britney tracks, it like so many of the others just makes me stop and smile for a bit.

Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby
I shouldn't have let you go
And now you're out of sight, yeah
Show me, how you want it to be
Tell me baby
'Cause I need to know now what we've got

My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

Oh baby, baby
The reason I breathe is you
Boy you got me blinded
Oh baby, baby
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
That's not the way I planned it
Show me, how you want it to be
Tell me baby
'Cause I need to know now what we've got

My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Ah, yeah, yeah
Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
Oh pretty baby
I shouldn't have let you go
I must confess, that my loneliness
Is killing me now
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

I must confess that my loneliness
Is killing me now
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time


I guess in many cases this is a precursor to "Stonger" (which is still my ringtone), either way I guess we're all looking for a sign, one way or the other.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Fever

Woke this morning to a rather itchy foot. Seems a tick (the joys of having so many fluffy friends) decided one of my toes was looking rather tasty. In any event, it doesn't look too bad at the moment apart from some swelling and an intense itch.

With the biggest fear right now being tick-bite-fever I've gone for a song of similar name. "Fever" is one of those that we all know, covered by a multitude of artists over the years. Although it was originally recorded by Little Willie John in 1956. While I'm far from a jazz fan this is one that I do rather enjoy.

Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.
Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.

Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago.
Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou giveth fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.
Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"
Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right.

Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.


Right now, I'm just doing my best to avoid the fever.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Until I'm Home

More of a soppy start to the morning. It was either this or Papa Roach - yes I'm most likely bipolar. Anyhow...

I saw a rather sweet statement somewhere that said: "If you lived to be 100 years old, I wish to live for 100 years minus a day, because I wouldn't want to live without you." Which brings me to today's song.

"Until I'm Home" by Nianell tells a tale of a lost one. Have you ever sat wishing for one more day, perhaps a last embrace or kiss? Sadly the nature of things is that everything will eventually pass and if we're unlucky enough, we're the ones left behind.

Listen, can you hear it,
there’s an angel whispering your name.
A new life has begun now,
but my love for you will stay the same

We were so lucky, to have known you even for a while.
Lucky, that you chose us,
that you’ve blessed us with your lovely smile

How I wish that I could see you once more,
how I long to hold you in my arms.

Stroke your hair before I kiss you gently,
lay you down to sleep just one more time.

I’ll hear your laughter I’ll remember how we
use to play and I’ll cherish the memory,
until I’m home with you one day.

Forgive me if I’m not strong,
it’s so hard to know I must go on,
but I know that I’m here now
and for now this is where I belong

And if I could hear you,
I imagine this is what you’ll say,
you’ll tell me not to worry,
to let go and know that you’re ok.

How I wish that I could see you once more,
how I long to hold you in my arms.
Stroke your hair before I kiss you gently,
lay you down to sleep just one more time.

I’ll hear your laughter I’ll remember how we
use to play and I’ll cherish the memory,
until I’m home with you one day.

How I wish that I could see you once more,
how I long to hold you in my arms.
Stroke your hair before I kiss you gently,
lay you down to sleep just one more time.

I’ll hear your laughter I’ll remember how we
use to play and I’ll cherish the memory,
until I’m home with you one day.

If I could have one more day I think I'd pass. What's lost is lost to somehow try to hang on would only make the loss to follow once again all that much worse. No, I think I'll wait until I too make it it home.