Bye Bye Beautiful

Well, not quite sure why this is my song for today. Perhaps I've just got the music video on my mind? Google it if you need to know why.

That said, "Bye Bye Beautiful" by Nightwish is a hard hitting track that tells a tale of massive loss. Off the bat it's assumed that it's someone telling a tale of the loss of a lover, but I'm thinking that this is as much the loss of a friend if anything. Perhaps just the tale of those that have grown too far apart due to outside influence?

I'm not sure I really get this one which could quite easily be why it plays on my mind that much.

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man's face red
With their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful!

Jacob's ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead Siblings walking the dying earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
So toll now the funeral bells

"I need to die to feel alive"

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful!
Bye, bye, beautiful!

It’s not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I’ll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

...How blind can you be, don’t you see...(x3)
...that the gambler lost all he does not have...

Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the words said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don’t you see?
You chose the long road but we’ll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful
Bye bye, beautiful
Bye bye, beautiful
bye bye bye bye

We often label something as beautiful only to see that fade into something that we no longer care for.

The Game

Well, had computer issues this week already, but all seems to be working right now. We can hope that it'll stay that way.

For some reason I'm left with the Motorhead track, "The Game" playing in my head. I guess we've all gotta play the game. What ever it may be that the game is today, tomorrow... forever?

Written and performed as an intro for a WWE competitor, however I just like it as a stand alone. "The Game" seems to taunt while asking a lot of questions. Then again, that's a lot like me I suppose.

It's time to play the game.....
TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!!
Hahahaha
Muahaha

It's all about the game, and how you play it
All about control, and if you can take it
All about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about pain, and who's gonna make it
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can shake me
I am heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain, and I know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder, ready to run
Like a good little bitch from a smoking gun!
I am the game and I make the rules
So move on out or you can die like a fool
Try to figure out what my move's gonna be
Come on over, sucker, why don't you ask me?
Don't you forget there's a price you can pay
Cause I am the game and I want to play

It's time to play the game
Huahaha
TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!!!
It's all about the game, and how you play it
It's all about control, and if you can take it
It's all about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about the pain, and who's gonna make it
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, there's no way you can shake me
I am your debt, and you know you can't pay me
I am your pain, and I know you can't tame me

Play the game
You're gonna be the same
You're gonna change your name
You're gonna die in flames
Muahahahaha

TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!!!
It's time to play the game
It's time to play the game
It's time to play the game
Muahahahahahaha
TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!!!!
Hahahaha

At the end it's all about the game. It's not so much the game itself, but ultimately how you choose to play it.

Basket Case

Sticking with humor on Friday's I've gone to one of those off the wall tracks. This one takes me right the way back to high school. "Basket Case" by Green Day is one of those that was pretty much an anthem of my youth. Guess I'm still doing my best to take control.

So with that in mind, we'll just kick off Friday with a bit of a chuckle, a stroll down memory lane and well, guess we'll just see where it takes us.

Do you have the time, To listen to me whine,
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools,
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stoned?

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing her down

Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!
Am I just paranoid?
Ah, Yuh, yuh, yuh!

Grasping to con-trol...
So I better hold on!

Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!
Am I just paranoid?
I'm not sure...

I'll assume you just don't have the time... so, I'll not bother to whine.

Disarm

As I sat down this morning, this was what came to me...

"Disarm" by the Smashing Pumpkins tells a tale of lost innocence, of having to take a stand whether you like it or not. I guess we all have to do that at some point. The world can be a cruel place at times with a smile often turning against us.

While this may seem kind of harsh, I prefer to take it and turn it around. This is one of my favourite tracks from the Pumpkins because of it's gentle melody. Funny how something so deep and hard can come over so soft, then again, I guess that's the point of the song.

Do we end up simply reflecting that which has shaped us. If "the killer in me is the killer in you" I guess we do, but then again with every choice we make being our own, who really is to blame. When the time comes to make your choice, turn the smile around and send it back. The real question would be, "What is that smile and what does it truly represent?"

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you

Instead, I'll simply send a smile... the reflection, the killer in me is the killer in you. Take from that what you will.

Who You Are

Spent some time going through a whole load of files on my computer and as many are not named or poorly named it's like Christmas. So clicking each to find out what they contain I came across today's song.

"Who You Are" by Jessie J makes one simple point: "It's okay not to be okay." Reminds me of all the times when people have asked, "are you alright?" Only to be met with a "Not really." from me. Fair enough there are times where nobody can do anything about it. But hey, that's life.

Instead of being the one the world wants you to be, perhaps it's time to not really fit the mold. I don't think most people like doing that, they simply do what is expected rather than what they should.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror
Why am I doing this to myself?
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose it all in the blur of the start!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
(who you are [x11])

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!
The more I try the less is working, yeah yeah yeah
'Cause everything aside me screams
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose it all in the blur of the start!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!

Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like BOOM,
Just go and leave me alone!
Real talk, real life, good luck, goodnight,
With a smile, that's my home!
That's my home, no...

No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose it all in the blur of the start!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
yeah yeah yeah

It's okay to not be okay and it's okay to cry sometimes. I think there are too many people who forget that and at the end of it all, they end up missing out on who they really are.

After all, it was Cher who said, "To thine own self be true". Okay, she didn't say it (neither did Mel Gibson for that matter) it was that Polonius guy.

Poisoning Pigeons in the Park

Before Weird Al... before Twisted Tunes... before parody was the norm of the day there was, Tom Lehrer.

Originally banned as most truly offensive performers were Tom really took a good few causes and highlighted their plight. "Pollution" is one prime example.

However today I awoke as the sun was just trying to peek over the hills. The sky was clear and the air strangely warm. And the only thought that came to mind was, "Spring is here!!!" With that in mind, the only song that could really come to mind was this gem - "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park".

I'd like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your drab, wretched lives. Here's a song all about spring-time in general, and in particular, about one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords us all.

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them{ all }amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgen!
To poison a pigeon in the park.

Okay, I'm not going to be poisoning any pigeons anytime soon... but could it be that spring is finally here?

Hit Me Baby One More Time

Well I'm thinking of all those funny things that get way too much radio play, yet still make me smile. So today we'll go back to the very beginning...

"Hit Me Baby One More Time" by Britney was pretty much where it all started. Gotta say that I wasn't all that enthralled, but as time has gone by think she's really matured, pretty much as a good cheese would! :)

So just because we're avoiding anything serious on Friday's, here's today's song:

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

What can I say other than, it makes me happy.

Best of Both Worlds

It's been forever since I last posted. I'll use the excuse that I only post from work and that we've been seriously under pressure these last few weeks. Anyhow, I'm back...

I usually put on the tv in the mornings, tuned into Expresso and came across this gem by a Hannah Montanna/Miley Cyrus impersonator (Clasina Preston) singing this one. The outfit was, should I say colourful and the whole act a little bizarre. I loved it.

So today we'll consider the fact that people always say you can't both. Kinda like having a cake and eating it - but then, what is the point?!

Today, I'll accept that I do want the "Best of Both Worlds" and damn it... I'll get it! :)

Oh yeah
Come on

You get the limo out front
Hottest styles, every shoe, every color

Yeah, when you're famous it can be kinda fun
It's really you but no one ever discovers

In some ways you're just like all your friends
But on stage you're a star

You get the best of both worlds
Chill it out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both worlds

The best of both worlds

You go to movie premiers (is that Orlando Bloom?)
Hear your songs on the radio
Livin' two lives is a little weird
But school's cool cause nobody knows

Yeah you get to be a small town girl
But big time when you play your guitar

You get the best of both worlds
Chill it out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both
You know the best of both worlds

Pictures and autographs
You get your face in all the magazines
The best part is that you get to be who ever you wanna be

(Best! Best!) Yeah, the best of both!
(Best! Best!) You got the best of both!
(Best! Best!) Come on, the best of both!

Who would of thought that a girl like me
Would double as a superstar

You get the best of both worlds
Chill it out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together and you know that it's the best of both worlds

You get the best of both worlds
Without the shades and the hair
You can go anywhere

You get the best of both girls
Mix it all together
Oh, yeah
It's so much better 'cause you know you've got the best of both worlds

Couldn't help but really chuckle at this one this morning. So, if nothing else, at least it made me smile

Blank Page

Well, as Ozzy would say, I'm going through changes. Okay it's a haircut and a shave... but for anyone that knows me, a haircut is a massive thing.

It's time to Turn the page and start a new chapter... perhaps a whole new story?

Today's song, "Blank Page" by the Smashing Pumpkins tells an age old tale. Ghosts of those that have come and gone.

Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed, I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed, drove the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
Stop sign told me stay at home
Told me you were not alone

Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to hurt anyone
In bed, I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest

You haven't changed...
You're still the same
May you rise as you fall

You were easy, you are forgotten
You are the ways of my mistakes

I catch the rainfall
Through the leaking roof
That you had left behind
You remind me
Of that leak in my soul

The rain falls
My friends call
Leaking rain on the phone

Take a day, plant some trees
May they shade you from me
May your children play beneath

Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed, I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed drove the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
But there I was, picking pieces up

You are a ghost
Of my indecision
No more little girl.

The nice thing about a blank page is just that, it's blank. You can start a whole new story if you really want to.

Who's That Girl

Ever look in the mirror and wonder who's that staring back from your reflection?

Today's song seems to be based around a lost relationship. While this may seem to be between the "girl" and her significant other... this is mostly true. My interpretation makes the significant other herself. Ever wonder how it is exactly that you got to this place. Ever wonder just who it is that you have become? More importantly, why? Ever wonder if there is a stranger living inside the shell that you have become?

"Who's That Girl" by Hilary Duff seems to point to these questions.

There were places we would go, at midnight,
There were secrets that nobody else would know,
There's a reason but I don't know why,
I don't know why,
I don't know why,
I thought they all belonged to me,

Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one,
That you want,
That has stolen my world,
It's not real, it's not right,
It's my day, it's my night,
By the way,
Who's that girl, living my life?
Oh no, living my life.

Seems like everything's the same, around me,
When I look again and everything has changed,
I'm not dreaming so I don't know why,
I don't know why,
I don't know why,
She's everywhere I wanna be,

Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one,
That you want,
That has stolen my world,
It's not real, it's not right,
It's my day, it's my night,
By the way,
Who's that girl living my life?

I'm the one who made you laugh,
Who made you feel,
Who made you sad,
I'm not sorry,
For what we did,
And who we were,
I'm not sorry,
I'm not her,

Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one,
That you want,
That has stolen my world,
It's not real, it's not right,
It's my day, it's my night,
By the way,
Who's that girl living my life?
Oh no, living my life.

As a wise man once said to me, "Where ever you go, there you are".

Breathe

Well still no news on what's going on with my credit card, I'm simply reminding myself to breathe.

So... I'll add in my second Michelle Branch song for the week (and we're only on day two). "Breathe" says a lot about the idea of getting over it. So, I'm currently building my bridge.

i've been driving for an hour
just talking to the rain
you say i've been driving you crazy
and it's keeping you away
so just give me one good reason
tell me why i should stay
'cause i don't wanna waste another moment
in saying things we never meant to say
and i take it just a little bit
i hold my breath and count to ten
i've been waiting for a chance to let you in

if i just breathe
let it fill the space between
i'll know everything is alright
breathe
every little piece of me
you'll see
everything is alright
if i just breathe

well it's all so overrated
in not saying how you feel
so you end up watching chances fade
and wondering what's real
and i give you just a little time
i wonder if you realize i've been waiting 'til i see it in your eyes

if i just breathe
let it fill the space between
i'll know everything is alright
breathe
every little piece of me
you'll see
everything is alright
if i just breathe

so i whisper in the dark
hoping you'll hear me
do you hear me?

if i just breathe
let it fill the space between
i'll know everything is alright
breathe
every little piece of me
you'll see
everything is alright
if i just breathe

everything is alright if i just breathe
i've been driving for an hour
just talking to the rain

Love the start to the second verse, "it's so overrated..." I'd say that about worrying. It really is so overrated.