Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Clarification....Its a beautiful thing: Music! Crazy/Beautiful
Clarification....Its a beautiful thing: Music! Crazy/Beautiful: "I never liked music much as a child but then my neighbour made me listen to a song by Nickelback and I fell in love with the Rock genre of m..."
Music! Crazy/Beautiful
I never liked music much as a child but then my neighbour made me listen to a song by Nickelback and I fell in love with the Rock genre of music. I then said to myself, finally I have found a place into which i fit perfectly, safely and securely with no doubts, fears, sadness or tears. This place is filled with happiness and laughter yet it is spacious enough to move around, to live my life and to be myself. This wonderful place which I believe never really existed, I have found in the love of music.
There are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know all about the meaning of the song. They are the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyric, interpreting the hell out of everything. Then there's the music people who could care less for the lyrics ad long as it just got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I don't know sometimes it might just be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl but since I'm not, let me just say this. Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that and for me its usually the song lyrics. Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.
There are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know all about the meaning of the song. They are the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyric, interpreting the hell out of everything. Then there's the music people who could care less for the lyrics ad long as it just got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I don't know sometimes it might just be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl but since I'm not, let me just say this. Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that and for me its usually the song lyrics. Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.
Sunday, 19 June 2011
My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love
So its fathers day and today I wish you were here.. RIP Dad I miss you loads.
My father moved through dooms of love
Singing each morning out of each night
Loving every moment of life and people surrounded by him
My father moved through depths of height
This motionless forgetful where
Turned at his glance to shining here;
That if(so timid air is firm)
Under his eyes would stir and squirm
And should some why completely weep
My father's fingers brought her sleep:
Vainly no smallest voice might cry
For he could feel the mountains grow.
Lifting the valleys of the sea
My father moved through griefs of joy;
Praising a forehead he called the moon
Singing desire into begin
Joy was his song and joy so pure
A heart of star by him could steer
And pure so now and now so yes
The wrists of twilight would rejoice
Keen as midsummer's keen beyond
Conceiving mind of sun will stand,
So strictly(over utmost him
So hugely)stood my father's dream
His flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
No hungry man but wished him food;
No cripple wouldn't creep one mile
Uphill to only see him smile.
Scorning the pomp of must and shall
My father moved through dooms of feel;
His anger was as right as rain
His pity was as green as grain
His sorrow was as true as bread:
No liar looked him in the head;
If every friend became his foe
He'd laugh and build a world with snow.
My father moved through theys of we,
Singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)
Though dull were all we taste as bright,
Bitter all utterly things sweet,
Maggoty minus and dumb death
All we inherit,all bequeath
And nothing quite so least as truth
I say though hate were why man breathe—
Because my father lived his soul
Love is the whole and more than all
My father moved through dooms of love
Singing each morning out of each night
Loving every moment of life and people surrounded by him
My father moved through depths of height
This motionless forgetful where
Turned at his glance to shining here;
That if(so timid air is firm)
Under his eyes would stir and squirm
And should some why completely weep
My father's fingers brought her sleep:
Vainly no smallest voice might cry
For he could feel the mountains grow.
Lifting the valleys of the sea
My father moved through griefs of joy;
Praising a forehead he called the moon
Singing desire into begin
Joy was his song and joy so pure
A heart of star by him could steer
And pure so now and now so yes
The wrists of twilight would rejoice
Keen as midsummer's keen beyond
Conceiving mind of sun will stand,
So strictly(over utmost him
So hugely)stood my father's dream
His flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
No hungry man but wished him food;
No cripple wouldn't creep one mile
Uphill to only see him smile.
Scorning the pomp of must and shall
My father moved through dooms of feel;
His anger was as right as rain
His pity was as green as grain
His sorrow was as true as bread:
No liar looked him in the head;
If every friend became his foe
He'd laugh and build a world with snow.
My father moved through theys of we,
Singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)
Though dull were all we taste as bright,
Bitter all utterly things sweet,
Maggoty minus and dumb death
All we inherit,all bequeath
And nothing quite so least as truth
I say though hate were why man breathe—
Because my father lived his soul
Love is the whole and more than all
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