Just Like Heaven

Yeah, I know cheese flows... and if flows pretty thick. But here we go for today we're actually doing a cover.

"Just Like Heaven" was originally a song by The Cure but I prefer Katie Melua's version even though it's been somewhat changed. But hey, that's what it's all about... taking ownership of what you do, even if you're copying something else. In this case the tempo and even some of the wording.

Somewhere out there... there's someone that knows that trick.

Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream he said
The one that makes me laugh he said
And threw his arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed his face and kissed his head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make him glow
Why are you so far away, he said
Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you

You, soft and only
You,lost and lonely
You, strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
You're just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe his name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only boy I loved
And drowned him deep inside of me

You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven

You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven

Running away only really works if you have someone to run away with. Is it then still running away?

Hands

When looking for a little inspiration this one by Jewel is a constant winner.

"Hands" is one of those that kinda just gives you a kick in the butt when you need it most. Don't allow circumstance to leave you in despair or left feeling useless, sometimes it really is the smaller things that make the world of a difference.

When things get you down, don't let them hold you there.

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

Even the smallest of hands can mend even the most broken of things.

Man in the Mirror

Not sure why I felt the need to post this one this morning. Another one from the greatest band ever, Savatage.

"Man in the Mirror" comes from the album, "Poets and Madmen" (story here).

Possibly there are times when we don't really recognise who we are... who we want to be. Whether by our own choice or by circumstance it is amazing how cruel and damning we can be to ourselves when we take a good look at what we've done or become.

There's a man that I used to know
And sometimes he still visits with me
When it's late and the alcohol's glow
Is nearly gone
And it's time to awaken

And he looks and he laughs at the sight
And he asks what has happened to me
And I blame it all on the lights
But he smiles and says i'm mistaken
And there is no use in disguising
What the eye can so clearly see
That i've spent my whole life denying
That the man in the mirror is me

Give me one second chance
Give me one final dance
Give me one magic line
Take a minute off my time

Give me one final bow
If the moment allows
While he stares at the scars
Saying just who you are
Just who you are
Just who you are

In a child like illusion of life
He imagined the things yet to be
But they all disappeared on this night
Carry on among the forsaken

For there is no use in denying
What the eye can so clearly see
That one day I too will be dying
And the man in the mirror agrees

Give me one second chance
Give me one final dance
Give me one magic line
Take a minute off my time

Give me one final bow
If the moment allows
While he stares at the scars
Saying just who you are
Just who you are
Just who you are
Just who you...

Think we all need to stop and have a good look in the mirror at times.

Time After Time

It's another Monday, so I'm in a slower mood. Today's tune is a real classic, "Time After Time" by Cindi Lauper.

Oddly, I think it's the opening line this song that I relate to far too well. Mostly I just lie in bed and hear that click ticking. Sleep, something I don't really do that well what ever the circumstances.

So ultimately, today's tune goes out to all the people that really matter.

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories,
Time after

Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I will be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

You say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time

Time after time
Time after time
Time after time

I guess for now I just sit and wait.

Piece of Me

Ever get that feeling that no matter how hard you try... not matter how much you give that someone always wants that little bit more?

Today's tune, "Piece of Me" by my dear Britney sums that up perfectly. You can try to be the perfect someone and give as much as you can, but in the end they still all want that piece of you.

Guess that's the price for Awesomeness... everyone wants a piece of you.

I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They're still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...

I'm Miss bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can't see the harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I'm still an exceptional earner
And you want a piece of me

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

I'm Mrs. 'You want a piece of me?'
Tryin' and pissin' me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who's flippin' me off
Hopin' I'll resort to some havoc
And end up settlin' in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me? (you want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. 'Most likely to get on the TV for strippin' on the streets'
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in this industry
I mean please...
Do you want a piece of me?

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They're still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me...
You want a piece of me?
I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)
Oh yeah
You want a piece of me

Guess you can't avoid it at times, it's tough at the top.

(This post should have gone out on Friday but somehow got suck in my drafts.)

Sky is Over

This is an amusing one that I was just singing along to this morning. It's another one from Serj Tankian of System of a Down fame.

"Sky is Over" I'll guess is a poke at the whole global warming and the pending doom and ultimate end that we all face*. Ultimately I see it as the end of something, something that we see coming and the last moments to hang on.

I guess this is kind of a feel good song to me. Yeah, I know that I'm a little weird but somehow I think I find the "ultimate end" rather calming.

Everybody knows,
Everybody knows,
That you cradle the sun, sun
Living in remorse,
Sky is over,

Dont you want to hold me baby,
Disappointed, going crazy,

Even though we cant afford
The sky is over,
Even though we cant afford
The sky is over,
I dont want to see you go,
The sky is over
Even though we cant afford
The sky is over,

Behind closes eyes lie
The minds ready to awaken you,
Are you at war with land
And all of its creatures,
Your not-so-gentle persuasion
Has been known to wreck economies
Of countries, of empires, the sky is over,

Don't you want to hold me baby,
Disappointed, going crazy,

Not even from the sun,
Not even from the sun
Not even from the sun,
Don't you want me to run,

Even though you cant afford
The sky is over,
Even though we cant afford
The sky is over,
I dont want to see you go,
The sky is over
Even though we cant afford
The sky is over,
I don't want to see you go,
The sky is over
Even though we cant afford
The sky is over,
I don't want to see you go,
The sky is over
Even though we cant afford
The sky is over,
The sky is over us.

If the sky was really over, what would you do? Where would you go? Guess it poses that old question, "What would you do if you had X days to live?"

* disclaimer: I'm still not buying into the global warming climate change theory.

Love Story

In my attempts to diversify I created a whole acoustic playlist and am working my way through that. Today's tune, "Love Story" by Taylor Swift while not being an acoustic version is still very chilled and laid back.

A bit of a spin on the Romeo and Juliet story, while the original ends in tragedy this one does not. I guess it's hope in happy endings we're all looking for one way or another.

We were both young, when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts-
I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air.

I see the lights; see the party, the ball gowns.
I see you make your way through the crowd-
You say hello, little did I know...

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles-
And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet"-
And I was crying on the staircase-
begging you, "Please don't go..."
And I said...

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say yes.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet, because we're dead if they knew-
So close your eyes... escape this town for a little while.
Oh, Oh.

Cause you were Romeo - I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet" -
but you were everything to me-
I was begging you, "Please don't go"
And I said...

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
It's a love story, baby, just say yes-

Romeo save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult, but it's real.
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.
It's a love story, baby, just say yes.
Oh, Oh.

I got tired of waiting.
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading-
When I met you on the outskirts of town.
And I said...

Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting, for you but you never come.
Is this in my head, I don't know what to think-
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said...

Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad -- go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby just say... yes.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.

'cause we were both young when I first saw you

I guess the story doesn't always have to end the way it was originally written. After all, nothing is written in stone.

Pretty Girl Rock

Yup, time for some serious cheese. Today's tune, "Pretty Girl Rock" has been chosen for the one line that Cindy managed to point out. "Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful". That's one of those lines I revert to when I don't really have much else to add/say.

So thanks to Keri Hilson for the cheese of the day.

Uh uh uh aahh uh uh
I can do the pretty girl rock rock
Rock to the pretty girl rock rock rock
Now what's your name

My name is Keri, I'm so very
Fly oh my, it's a little bit scary
Boys wanna marry, looking at my derri-air
And you can stare but if you touch it Imma bury

Pretty as a picture
Sweeter than a swisher
Mad cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with ya
I don't gotta talk about it baby you can see it
But if you want I'll be happy to repeat it

My name is Keri, I'm so very
Fly oh my, it's a little bit scary
Boys wanna marry, looking at my derri-air
And you can stare but if you touch it Imma bury

Pretty as a picture
Sweeter than a swisher
Mad cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with ya
I can talk about it cause I know that I'm pretty
And if you know it too then ladies sing it with me

All eyes on me when I walk in,
No question that this girl's a 10
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I dress
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

Aye, now do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock
All my ladies do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock

(Now where you at)
If your looking for me you can catch me (that's why)
Cameras flashing, daddy turned his head just as soon as I passed him
Girls think I'm conceited 'cause I know I'm attractive
Don't worry about what I think, why don't you ask him? (owoaah!)

Get yourself together, don't hate (never do it)
Jealousy is the ugliest trait (don't, never do it)
I can talk about it cause I know that I'm pretty
And if you know it too then ladies sing it with me

All eyes on me when I walk in,
No question that this girl's a 10
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I dress
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

Doing the pretty girl rock rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock

All my ladies do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Get along with your pretty girl rock rock rock
Still show me your pretty girl rock rock rock
All my ladies do the pretty girl rock rock rock

Sing it with me now
All eyes on me when I walk in,
No question that this girl's a 10
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I dress
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

All eyes on me when I walk in,
No question that this girl's a 10
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I dress
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

Owoahaha!

hehehehe... my favourite line, "Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful." I use it all the time.

But really, don't hate me...

God Help the Outcasts

Yesterday was St Paddy's Day. So, in true form, I broke out the Guinness and had a few drinks. So doing what I normally do after heading home from the pub, I put on a Disney movie. Last night's choice was "The Hunchback of Notre Dame".

I don't know why but I guess with all the chaos that's going on all over at the moment today's tune seems to hit a bit of a chord. "God Help the Outcasts" sung by Esmarelda is a touching tribute from one hard done by individual to those who are even worse off. A lesson we all could learn.

ESMERELDA:
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
Please help my people
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will

RICH:
I ask for weath, i ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love, i can posess
I ask for god and his angels to bless me!

ESMERELDA:
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were all were
The children of God

God help the outcasts,
Children of God...

I think sometimes even when we think we've got it tough sometimes you need only look at those less lucky than you.

One

I don't often add anything from Metallica mostly because I'm not really that big a fan. Yeah I know, I am the Metallica guy... but not really.

While today's track, "One" covers war and as the music video quite clearly points out a wounded soldier of war. As with many things, we fight a daily battle one way or another. I guess at some point the silence has to kick in leaving us as one.

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel the scream
This terrible silence stops it there

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, wake me

Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh god, help me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmines has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

I guess we've just got to find peace within one way or another, because no matter what the world can try to take away, with that peace we can't be held in a cell... in that hell.

Secrets

I recently watched the movie, The Sorcerers Apprentice which I really did enjoy. Guess it's a more modern spin on the whole Merlin vs Morgana saga or was that a new Merlin vs old Morgana? In any event, effects were good and story entertaining enough.

Today's tune was pretty much the title track to that movie. The main scene with the plasma charges being tuned to play back this tune got me thinking. How many other dangerous or seemingly hazardous things could be used for something a little easier on the soul? After all, the Nobel Peace prize is a prize for promoting peace and furthering mankind, named after Alfred Nobel, the inventor of dynamite. A substance that can easily be used for good or... not so good.

So, today's tune, "Secrets" by One Republic is a bit of all of that and more. Secrets as with anything hazardous can be used to protect or maim, guess it's up to use them wisely or, to simply give them away.

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars

And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family, I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'ma tell you everything

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

All my secrets away,
All my secrets away...

I'm not really one who's good at keeping my own secrets. Guess I'm really sick of the insincere and a lot of perfect lies. Sometimes you've just got to give all your secrets away.

Kiss from a Rose

It is starting to get a little chilly in the mornings now. Then again anything under 22 degrees is cold for me - forgive me I am truly an African child.

Somehow I got thinking of this beauty from Seal. "Kiss from a Rose" always makes me think of winter which I think was the point behind the song (although not winter as in the season, but think just out in the cold).

This particular song actually found it's way onto the Batman Forever soundtrack and in many ways I guess it belongs there. In all that gloom and darkness even the darkest of characters needs a little colour, a little rose... just a little love.

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

Think that I fear the loss of colour in the coming months. But who knows, perhaps a rose here or there and the gloom will be gone.

Fallen Leaves

This one popped into mind when someone mentioned addiction this morning. Do we really sit and wait for just one more hit, tomorrow will be another day. Is it that difficult with some of the truly smaller things?

Today's track comes from Billy Talent, a rather interesting band. "Fallen Leaves" tells a sad tale of desperation.

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

I hitched a ride, until the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn't find at home

Can't get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I'll be fine
I swear to God, this'll be my one last time

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
By the the vultures, that circle round the dead!

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

I never once thought, I'd ever be caught!
Staring at sidewalks, hiding my track marks!
I left my best friends, or did they just leave me?

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown!
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

After all the time has ticked by, all that'll be left are the fallen leaves.

The Boy from Apricot Spells

I was looking for the full lyrics to "Daylight" by The LED. While they don't seem to exist online (so very sad awesome band/song) I did manage to find another song from them.

Today's tune takes me back... way, way back to a time when I was much younger to a whole other world. "The Boy from Apricot Spells" I guess is one that just kind of found me today. Kinda awesome to have these occasional blasts from the past.

Ever wonder why some people seem to take up as much of you as possible and then move on. Almost like they've sucked as much value from you as possible, much like you might do to a tube of toothpaste.

I see it everywhere
what is this you've made to hang around me
like all the reasons why
you've left me standing on my my own ground
taking what you could while it lasted for so long

The sun that burned so well on me
the sky is falling down you see
and now I know I have to go
traffic it just seems to flow
through angry streets we walk together
through unhappy, merry weather
n my way past all these things you've left me on hold

Now they understand the reasons why you've left me standing
taking what you could while it lasted for so long

Now its time for me to go and I dont care and you don't know
It wasn't you imagined I believed in the tales you told
The lies you spoke the words you told
and all your other trophies won
So go inside and don't come out and maybe we can sort it out

Then I'll understand the reasons why I let you leave me
taking what you could while it lasted for as long as you could bare

Now I'm asking you to go you're angry only heaven knows
tomorrow is another day maybe there'll be more to say
through all that we have done together try to say it was forever
So go inside and don't come out and maybe we can sort it out

Then I'll understand the reasons why I let you leave me
taking what you could while it lasted for as long as you could bare
Now I know all the reasons why I let you leave me
taking what you could while it lasted for as long as you could bare

Don't know if we ever really understand a lot of things, but tomorrow is another day doubt there'll be much to say.

Bleeding Heart

Not really knowing where to start today... but then again that's a pretty good start. It's not often somebody catches your eye but did manage to find someone that I might not have given a second glance to ('cos I'm relatively blind) but a real song bird... funny story. But hey... that's life?

So to whoever she may be (because I'll find her...), todays tune is "Bleeding Heart" by Angra. video (including clips from the greatest game ever). A beautiful track that's rather sad... but as with many things, I choose so see the better side of it all. A simple crush.. perhaps.

Heck I can't even remember what she looks like, but will never forget the voice... Love at first sight. Never...

Then again, there's still a chance for that?

Now I know that the end comes
You knew since the beginning
Didn't want to believe it's true
You are alone again
My soul will be with you

Why's the clock even running
If my world isn't turning
Hear your voice in the doorway wind
You are alone again
I'm only waiting

You tear into pieces my heart
Before you leave with no repentance
I cried to you, my tears turn into blood
I'm ready to surrender
You say that I take it too hard
And all I ask is comprehension
Bring back to you a piece of my broken heart
I'm ready to surrender

I remember the moments
Life was short for the romance
Like a rose it will fade away
I'm leaving everything

No regrets, war is over
The return of a soldier
Put my hands on my bleeding heart
I'm leaving all behind
No longer waiting

I've waited for so long!

Not sure why this was my choice today. Then again should I actually sober up later, I might have a better understanding. Then again, isn't that the point of music?

Replica

Been going through my older stuff a lot lately and while this is hardly old... it's a classic of mine.

I guess with so much conflict going on in the world at the moment it won't be long before the question gets asked again, "What becomes of a soldier after the war?"

Wars are fought on a continual basis. Many within, I think that along the way many of us are left hollow after personal defeats, nothing but a shell of who we once were.

"Replica" by Sonata Arctica covers the war aspect quite well here. Perhaps some wars should never be entered into when all you're likely to end up with is a loss of self.

I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
your door. I tried so hard to obey the law, and see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived next door. Long ago...

As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of
what I used to be. It's easier when you don't see me
standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit
here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
They made me a heart of steel, the kind them bullets
cannot see, yeah...

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

The light is green, my slate is clean, new life to fill
the hole in me. I had no name, last December, Christmas
Eve I can't remember. I was in a constant pain, I saw
your shadow in the rain. I painted all your pictures red,
I wish I had stayed home instead.yeah!!

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over
Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over...

Raising from the place I've been, and trying to keep
my home base clean. Now I'm here and won't go back believe.

I fall asleep and dream a dream, I'm floating in the
silent stream. No-one placing blame on me
But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah!!

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica.
Empty shell inside of me
I'm a replica. (repeat)

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm a replica of me.....

I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
the door. I tried so hard to obey the law, see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived...

Sometimes it may seem that the wars we've fought have taken a piece (or even the whole of who we are), never let anyone take you away. Sometimes it's best to break the law and end what ever commitment that may be.

Rebirth

Sometimes we need to reinvent ourselves, simply stop at a point and restart. Today's tune is again from little known (outside of the metal world) Angra. "Rebirth" today's tune taken was the title track to their fourth album. This was released after virtually the entire band had been replaced and subsequently they were we going through a rebirth of their own.

I think that we are often stuck in a situation where we have to start again in one way or another. Towards the end of this one there is the line, "Found my hope and pride again". Hope... how often do we lose that. When all else is lost, hope can always save us.

Cooling breeze from a summer day
Hearing echoes from your heart
Learning how to recompose the words
Let time just fly

Joyfull sea-gulls roaming on the shore
Not a single note would sound
Raise my head after I dry my face
Let time just fly

Recalling, retreating
Returning, retreaving
A small talk your missing
More clever but older now

A leader, a learner
A lawful beginner
A lodger of lunacy
So lucid in a jungle
A helper, a sinner
A scarecrow's agonyzing smile

Oh! Minutes go round and round
Inside my head
Oh! My chest will now explode
Falling into pieces
Rain breaks on the ground-blood!

One minute forever
A sinner regretting
My vulgar misery ends

(And I) ride the winds of a brand new day
High where mountain's stand
Found my hope and pride again
Rebirth of a man

Time to fly...

Like the phoenix, we can all be reborn from the ashes time and again.

You Are Not Alone

For no real reason this one popped into my head when I arrived at the office this morning. So here we go, Olive's "You Are Not Alone".

I just love the line, "I will not worry for you, You'll be just fine". I think that far too often we offer far too much support and aid when that seems to just dampen the awesomeness of the one we want to help.

I guess that just makes me think of my dad. He never gave advice... but always the best advice. Perhaps I'll explain that better in the future. That said, I was always left to do what I could, it was always just fine. Guess it's a heck of a lot easier when you know that any time you glanced back you could see that there was someone to catch you.

In a way, it's all a matter of time
I will not worry for you, You'll be just fine
Take my thoughts with you, and when you look behind
You will surely see a face that you recognize

You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time
Open your mind, Surely it's plain to see
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind, Surely there's time to be with me

It is the distance, that makes life a little hard
Two minds that once were close, Now so many miles apart
I will not falter though, I'll hold on till you're home
Safely back where you belong, And see how our love has grown

You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time
Open your mind, Surely it's plain to see
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind, Surely there's time to be with me

While time may run out that won't be the end... we're never really alone.

Lucky

So after some glam rock this week, then onto the classic rock of Queen I'm moving back to a little pop. Ultimately you just can't go wrong with Britney so here we go.

"Lucky" by Britney is another one that I've had a go at on the odd karaoke night. It's a bit of a sad tale that no matter how well off you may seem to so many, there are things you don't simply get/have. I guess sometimes all someone really needs is a hug.

his is a story about a girl named Lucky:

Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for makeup, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for
They go:
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say:

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go:
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say:

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at nigh

"Best actress, and the winner is: Lucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky"
"Oh my god; here she comes!"

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at nigh

She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at nigh

I figured not everyone is quite a lucky as others may think they are. Sometimes, you've got to remember that.