can you see my face in your face?
can you see my dreams in yours?
can you see my smile in your smile?
can you hear my laugh of joy?
can you see this face is crying?
can you feel the tears as they roll?
i can tell you how we're different,
ones a girl and ones a boy
but can't you see thats all thats different
in the make up of the world?
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
Tuesday, 14 October 2008
nothing comes from doing nothing
don't moan to me about times gone by
the things you knew, you wished you could
don't moan to me that you missed your chance
because everything else seemed better
don't moan to me about the things you thought
the way you would, how you were taught
don't moan to me about the past
because there is nothing i can do.
the things you knew, you wished you could
don't moan to me that you missed your chance
because everything else seemed better
don't moan to me about the things you thought
the way you would, how you were taught
don't moan to me about the past
because there is nothing i can do.
Don't you think it's weird how music has such an effect on people? Just listening to a song, it can evoke such incredible feelings that aren't experienced elsewhere. A sense of longing, regret, happiness, melancholy, love? I think that it is true when people say that they can get "lost in music", it's something that takes you over. You can feel it running through your veins, as if it's on some kind of journey. A journey to the mind, the heart, the soul. It condures the most bizzare sensations. You can't ignore it. It's beautiful.
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