Pure
I am so lazy to write. I imagined this post yesterday, or was it the day before. Its about purity. Its about songs like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, by the Beatles, and Semi-Charmed Life, by Third Eye Blind, Kellie by the favorite Last Transmission (which allegedly was an accident) and that favorite children's classic, Puff, the Magic Dragon, by Peter Paul and Mary. If you haven't guessed yet, the last one was a dead give away. Why am I thinking about it, because I'm thinking about the Music, Escapism, Life in general, because everywhere I go i see signs, At MOS, at ZOUK, okay well its mostly the clubs. I remember one that said, Lose yourself to the Music, not to _____. Of course theres that one that always amused me in the toilet of e-games.
If you still haven't guessed, think Train Spotting, and I'm not talking about Ewan McGregor's flaccid dick. Think Requiem for a Dream, and I'm again not talking (for the sake of the male audience) about Ass2Ass.
Is this really about drugs? I think not. Its about wanting something more, wanting to shiver, wanting to buzz, wanting to feel like the center of the universe, wanting to for one second NOT CARE. I don't believe drugs kill people, I believe Drug abuse kills people. Its the difference between a quiet drink and a raging alcoholic bent on world domination. Throw the TV's out the windows, beat the wife, randomly beat up people in the street. Whats the difference.
Did you not sell your dreams? Did you not wake up at some point and say Fuck this Shit, I'm better than this. Maybe I'm myopic in this, I'm unable to see the bigger picture. I'm unable to answer the why question. Love, you're wearing your friends out. Why haven't you called? I miss you, i'm confused, I'm torn and stretched. I need you, your advice, your kind understanding. Where have you gone, I need you.
Sometimes i wonder what happened. The Neon Lights, that sucked our souls out. We were beautiful, full, and full of promise we were smart, too smart or our own good, look at what happened. All those things i wanted before, the jealous people took them away, now i feel cold and empty inside just like them. My believe in God, in eternity, in forever, in myself, has been irreparably shattered. Did I do this to myself? Did I when i gave up fighting? Did I when i decided conflict was not the way? When i said enough is enough and sat down and refused to play? I don't think i can ever be the way i was before. I don't think you need drugs to get into this state. Somewhere a memory flashes, and a very brief conversation of some old school rocker stoned out on Valium plays out. God, did you abandon me, or did i abandon you. Who knows comes the silent reply. Who ever does.
Theres also the difference in love. It used to be so simple, now it isn't. Watching young people profess their love makes my stomach turn. Those countless I love yous' I said when i was 16 don't have anymore meaning for me. Those countless I love yous' I said when i was 21 don't have anymore meaning for me as well. I cant look at you with starry eyes, i cant tell you something and believe what i told you is true. I cant find the stardust that i was made of in me anymore. I became flesh and blood, earth and mud.
Better than iron and lead. Watching horror flicks sometimes i wonder, what goes through the mind of a killer. How does one commit such atrocities. How does one look at a corpse and come to terms that the pile of meat standing there before you was a full fledged person only moments before. With a beating heart and dying dreams. Is murder mercy? Its not the same as butchery, because we have been brought up to believe that animals have no souls, no intelligence, no hopes, no dreams, no reason for being, no one who loves them, no one they have to care for, they do because they are, and their existence is nothing because they do not think. The death of a human, is mourned, it is missed, and somewhere we believe will change the entire course of the world. Sliding Doors, and butterflies that start hurricanes again. Did we become human when we learnt to cry? When we learnt to understand loss, did that give us an understanding of our own importance? I believe murders look at people as pieces of meat. Depressed people look at themselves as pieces of meat, the similarities are astounding.
night time slows, raindrops splash rainbows
perhaps someone you know, could sparkle and shine
as daydreams slide to colour from shadow
picture the moonglow, that dazzles my eyes
and i love you
perhaps someone you know, could sparkle and shine
as daydreams slide to colour from shadow
picture the moonglow, that dazzles my eyes
and i love you
If you still haven't guessed, think Train Spotting, and I'm not talking about Ewan McGregor's flaccid dick. Think Requiem for a Dream, and I'm again not talking (for the sake of the male audience) about Ass2Ass.
just lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learnt to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learnt to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime
Is this really about drugs? I think not. Its about wanting something more, wanting to shiver, wanting to buzz, wanting to feel like the center of the universe, wanting to for one second NOT CARE. I don't believe drugs kill people, I believe Drug abuse kills people. Its the difference between a quiet drink and a raging alcoholic bent on world domination. Throw the TV's out the windows, beat the wife, randomly beat up people in the street. Whats the difference.
dreams of sights, of sleigh rides in seasons
where feelings not reasons, can make you decide
as leaves pour down, splash autumn on gardens
as colder nights harden, their moonlit delights
and i love you
where feelings not reasons, can make you decide
as leaves pour down, splash autumn on gardens
as colder nights harden, their moonlit delights
and i love you
Did you not sell your dreams? Did you not wake up at some point and say Fuck this Shit, I'm better than this. Maybe I'm myopic in this, I'm unable to see the bigger picture. I'm unable to answer the why question. Love, you're wearing your friends out. Why haven't you called? I miss you, i'm confused, I'm torn and stretched. I need you, your advice, your kind understanding. Where have you gone, I need you.
just lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learn't to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learn't to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime
Sometimes i wonder what happened. The Neon Lights, that sucked our souls out. We were beautiful, full, and full of promise we were smart, too smart or our own good, look at what happened. All those things i wanted before, the jealous people took them away, now i feel cold and empty inside just like them. My believe in God, in eternity, in forever, in myself, has been irreparably shattered. Did I do this to myself? Did I when i gave up fighting? Did I when i decided conflict was not the way? When i said enough is enough and sat down and refused to play? I don't think i can ever be the way i was before. I don't think you need drugs to get into this state. Somewhere a memory flashes, and a very brief conversation of some old school rocker stoned out on Valium plays out. God, did you abandon me, or did i abandon you. Who knows comes the silent reply. Who ever does.
look at me with starry eyes
push me up to starry skies
there's stardust in my head
pure and simple everytime
fresh and deep as oceans new
shiver at the sight of you
I'll sing a softer tune
pure and simple over you
push me up to starry skies
there's stardust in my head
pure and simple everytime
fresh and deep as oceans new
shiver at the sight of you
I'll sing a softer tune
pure and simple over you
Theres also the difference in love. It used to be so simple, now it isn't. Watching young people profess their love makes my stomach turn. Those countless I love yous' I said when i was 16 don't have anymore meaning for me. Those countless I love yous' I said when i was 21 don't have anymore meaning for me as well. I cant look at you with starry eyes, i cant tell you something and believe what i told you is true. I cant find the stardust that i was made of in me anymore. I became flesh and blood, earth and mud.
if love's the truth then look no lies
and let me swim around your eyes
I've found a place I'll never leave
shut my mouth and just believe
love is the truth i realize
not a stream of pretty lies
to use us up and waste our time
and let me swim around your eyes
I've found a place I'll never leave
shut my mouth and just believe
love is the truth i realize
not a stream of pretty lies
to use us up and waste our time
Better than iron and lead. Watching horror flicks sometimes i wonder, what goes through the mind of a killer. How does one commit such atrocities. How does one look at a corpse and come to terms that the pile of meat standing there before you was a full fledged person only moments before. With a beating heart and dying dreams. Is murder mercy? Its not the same as butchery, because we have been brought up to believe that animals have no souls, no intelligence, no hopes, no dreams, no reason for being, no one who loves them, no one they have to care for, they do because they are, and their existence is nothing because they do not think. The death of a human, is mourned, it is missed, and somewhere we believe will change the entire course of the world. Sliding Doors, and butterflies that start hurricanes again. Did we become human when we learnt to cry? When we learnt to understand loss, did that give us an understanding of our own importance? I believe murders look at people as pieces of meat. Depressed people look at themselves as pieces of meat, the similarities are astounding.
lying smiling in the dark
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learnt to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime
shooting stars around your heart
dreams come bouncing in your head
pure and simple everytime
now you're crying in your sleep
i wish you'd never learnt to weep
don't sell the dreams you should be keeping
pure and simple everytime
The dilemma is simple. I have a choice, and I want both equally for opposite reasons. Ok so i am haunted by opposite extremes. Back to drugs, herein lies the question, should i lose myself in something again? Gods I'm stupid. Its a dumb question because i already have. The real question is. Can i trust myself? I have no intention to rely on anyone, because at this point i have to come to terms with me needing to be more independent. What this means to everybody in my life is 90% of you are expandable. with the exception of less than five. I'd like to say 23 but that'd be a gross exaggeration.
I think I'm going to lose myself in the music for awhile before i decide. There are tow kinds of songs as far as this post is concerned. The other ones are Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls, and Under the Bridge by All Saints (haha bad joke, RHCP's the correct band). All Saints are full of shit they got no talent. If you're wondering Pure is By the Lightning Seeds.
look at me with starry eyes
push me up to starry skies
there's stardust in my head
pure and simple everytime
fresh and deep as oceans new
shiver at the sight of you
I'll sing a softer tune
pure and simple over you
pure and simple just for you
push me up to starry skies
there's stardust in my head
pure and simple everytime
fresh and deep as oceans new
shiver at the sight of you
I'll sing a softer tune
pure and simple over you
pure and simple just for you
I think I'm going to lose myself in the music for awhile before i decide. There are tow kinds of songs as far as this post is concerned. The other ones are Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls, and Under the Bridge by All Saints (haha bad joke, RHCP's the correct band). All Saints are full of shit they got no talent. If you're wondering Pure is By the Lightning Seeds.
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