Natterings from Song Lyrics that Stick

It's me...well sometimes it's good, and sometimes it's bad...she's a beautiful smile, she's the gleam in your eyes, dresses like a princess, I don't know how to love you more my friend. I guess we got this...what this thing called love could do to you! Let me love you. You're so....just do what you do. Everything you love turns to dust...but on the contrary...the trick, to life, is not to get too attached to it. There's a beautiful sadness that runs through me... There's a hole in your logic, answers, sigh and say magic! That's the way it goes, I suppose...
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# Posté le dimanche 21 décembre 2008 09:47

Words, Words, Words

Words, Words, Words

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"Words, Words, Words" - Hamlet, Shakespeare
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# Posté le samedi 22 novembre 2008 18:35

Originality is Lonely

So alone...

I started thinking about things and wondered who to call up to discuss things with as I often have done before.


Suddenly I realised that there was nobody I could talk to any more. Not because I'd lost friends, indeed I'd say I have far more friends now then I did before. But because I'd changed so much, that now I find there is not one person among my many 'friends' that I can truly confide in, for even if I did, they would not really understand what I meant, nor who I am. Before there were a few, now there are none.


It used to seem strange to me that adults would value friendship less then children. Now I think at last I understand why - as we grow older we grow into an individual, an identity. So too do our friends. As everyone changes, they diverge and lose what they had in common, that which was so precious...and their friendship grows weak, fatigued and no longer understood the way it was before.

That is why, I'm presuming, love is such a precious sentiment - it's a deeper friendship that is closer to that childhood friendship that we nearly all once knew. That is why in later life so many people will end up choosing love over friendship.

Right now though, I have changed so totally, that I have no one...Originality is a lonely burden indeed.
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# Posté le dimanche 09 novembre 2008 11:35

Reprise

Been a while since I last looked at or updated this blog! Here's a short reprise, a little poetic lingering of thoughts on paper...as always, hope you enjoy!

Meet me by the wooden fence,
Upon which gazes,
of students trapped behind glass windows
Dreamed.
[...dream ]

We'll pass beneath the arch,
Under which thousands,
of footsteps, and footprints, within moments
Wandered.
[...wander ]

Then we'll sit upon the wooden bench,
Upon which dances,
tatters; of whispered conversation, dreams, love
Shared.
[...share ]
Reprise
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# Posté le mercredi 29 octobre 2008 07:51

Magic!

Magic has to be one of the most fascinating subjects in the world. Real or not, the whole art is so incredible, utilising a knowledge of the human psyche built up over thousands of years, exploiting techniques used in modern cinema and ancient plays alike, requiring skill and practice, adaptable to any possible situation, it is truly a unique and mysterious art like no other and it's still changing and evolving today as techniques are invented, discovered, rediscovered and improved.

For me the best part of being a magician has to be the sense of amazement and wonder instilled on those you perform for. The moment when you manage to suspend someones disbelief, even for a split second, is what really makes it all worthwhile. You see a spark appear in their eyes, and perceive within them a sense of wonderment and amazement. They think that maybe, just maybe, there's something possible here...then it's gone in a flash, but for that split second, you changed someone's world and turned their universe upside down. It's incredible and magical all in itself, to be able to give this gift to those you perform for.

Note I used the term 'suspension of disbelief' and not the 'suspension of belief'. To suspend belief is great, but to suspend disbelief is far greater and much more powerful - to break set ways of thinking and modes of belief long since set leads to a greater spark of amazement and a reconsideration of everything, all in a mere instant. You cannot perform magic to a baby, for the baby has yet to work out it's beliefs and to a baby everything is magical and new. Yet to be able to strip away the sense of the world that we gather from years and years of experience and to glimpse the astounded child within everyone, that is incredible.
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# Posté le samedi 14 juin 2008 12:10

Honour, Morality, Warfare

I'm doing an advanced English essay on "The Concepts of Morality and Honour in Warfare, in the Novel Honoured Enemy, by Raymond E.Feist and William Forstchen."

Honour and morality are two of my favourite topics to think on...especially that of honour. I love to write essays, it's my favourite kind of homework to receive. Yet I have to admit, this is a tough assignment. Very tough. I have to squeeze all my idea, thought and opinions on honour and morality into a mere 4000 words, with each one linked together in a coherent manner and with a solid conclusion. I know already that my conclusion is going to be that there is no real conclusion, which makes it even harder to create the logical steps in reaching that conclusion....

To top it all, I can't write what I really want to write. Or rather, I can't write it all..because I have to relate almost everything to the novel and the title that I have chosen. A great book and with some excellent issues regarding ethics arising within, but I can't even mention all of these and I mustn't over-narrate the story, using only what is essential to the essay topic instead.

I want to finish it in 4 days. I've written only 500 words and they don't count because I'm not happy with them yet.

This is going to be tough.


Just going to jot down a few central points now before I am too entangled in the task as to forget them:

"Morality is very closely related to honour and indeed it is impossible to have one without the other, as morality defines honour and honour dictates morality."

"What is the point of honour?"

"Honour is outside the law? Or is it the basis of the law?"

"Morality is a noun that describes the principles concerning the distinction between right and wrong, or good and bad behaviour...Honour is a high respect that makes use of these principles and is governed by them."

"Though it (honour) is a respect, it can always be possessed, often be lost and sometimes be gained."

"Mine honour is my life, both grow in one. Take honour from me, and my life is done. Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; In that I live, and for that I will die.— William Shakespeare, Richard II ."

"Honour is more often than not imposed culturally upon us by the social standards of the community we live in. However we will always have our own version of our Honour, influenced by our perception of Morality, which in turn is influenced by the laws of the society we find ourselves entrapped within."

"In times of war morality takes a backseat behind honour...(needs more thinking)..."

"Fear and terror are the greatest breakers of morality and honour. Torture is an example of morality and honour under pressure."

"Honour is often an attempt to redeem ourselves in the face of lost moral values, such as in times of war."

"Everything depends on your perception."
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# Posté le mardi 27 mai 2008 16:46

Yet Another Poem, Again

Tears roll down your unseen cheeks,
In the darkness everyone weeps.

Cries for an eternity betrayed,
For tomorrows yet to come,
For my heart's yet unweighed,
For our passions' come undone.

There is no cure, but life goes on.
You felt so sure, just what went wrong?
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# Posté le dimanche 25 mai 2008 13:39

Happiness, However Fleeting

I am so incredibly
happy right now,
It's so weird.

If the world felt as I have
for these past
five minutes...and already the wondrous feeling is fading...
......there would be no war. None.

No. War.

None.

Humanity was not destined to hurt,
but rather
to discover harmony, within itself...

...and this sudden feeling that crept up on me,
totally unawares and that I can no longer remember,
would have proved this beyond a doubt.

One day it shall.

Fading, like the memory of being awoken from a misty dream floating on the murk of a foggy morning.
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# Posté le mardi 29 janvier 2008 15:28

The Song of Wandering Aengus - W.B. Yeats

Inspirational, unbelievable. I read this poem and see myself... I love it. Words, for once, escape me. Just read and enjoy. Then reread and enjoy it some more!



I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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# Posté le samedi 12 janvier 2008 10:43

Wave of Sorrow - U2

U2 recently rereleased their bestselling album The Joshua Tree, possibly my favourite of all their albums. Take How To Dismantle And Atomic Bomb and compare it -you'll see there is a massive difference, in style, sound and overall quality.

Apparently The Joshua Tree has been digitally remastered, a term often used to con people into buying what they already have, but after listening to the old version of the song Exit and the new one, I just have to have this new edition! It's incredible, it really is.

Another thing that has me excited is the new/old song Wave of Sorrow being released for the first time with this album (the full title of the album is actually something like "The Joshua Tree 20th Anniversary Commerative 3-Disc Deluxe Edition...") and it really is something. It was being written when U2 first released The Joshua Tree, but it wasn't finished in time to include on the album. I'm glad it wasn't, as it means that an old-style U2 song is being released as a new song, something that is a very nice surprise to me!

All in all I'm extremely satisfied with this new album and cannot wait to get hold of a copy of it in a weeks time! (Yes, I have already tested it, the wonders of the internet!). And Wave of Sorrow is just...superb and utterly breathtaking. It holds a deep message, it's original, it sounds great...it is great! In fact, I'm gonna put a video of it up so you can see how great it is, along with the lyrics below. The tree in the pictures is the real Joshua Tree, something I shall talk about when I finally get the real album next week! =)



Wave of Sorrow - U2

Heat haze rising
On hell's own hill

To wake up this morning
Is an act of will
You walk through the night
To get here today
To bring your children
To give them a way

Oh... oh this cruel sun
Is daylight never done
Cruelty just begun
To make a shadow of everyone

And if the rain came
And if the rain came... now

Souls bent over without a breeze
Blankets on burning trees
I am sick without disease
Nobility on it's knees

And if the rain came
And if the rain came... now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Wave
On a wave of sorrow

Where now the holy cities?
Where are the ancient holy scrolls?
Where now the Emperor Menelek?
The Queen of Sheba's gold

You my bride wear her crown
On your finger precious stone
As every good thing now been sold

Son, of shepherd boy, now king
What wisdom can you bring?
What lyric could you sing?
Where is the music of the Seraphim?

And if the rain came
And if the rain came... now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Wave
A wave of sorrow
Wave.

Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
For they shall inherit what's left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who have left their thrones
They are blessed in this valley of dry bones

Blessed all of you with an empty heart
For you got nothing from which you cannot part
Blessed is the ego
It's all we got this hour

Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight
She used what she got
To save her children's life

Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream
Blessed are the stupid who can dream
Blessed are the tin-can cardboard slums
Blessed is the spirit that overcomes
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# Posté le samedi 24 novembre 2007 14:01