AJ has just insisted that we add “Love It If We Made It” to the list of songs I’m not allowed to sing, because “that hurts like a fucking wound, babe.”
That’s awfully poetic for him.
a beauty that calls.
Fe wnaethon nhw achub fy mywyd heno.
Eto.
Diolch o galon.
but it’s disintegrating
yeah it’s coming soon at a cinema near you
Everyone knows, nobody cares
Fear lost behind hidden intent
Whispering like nature’s discontent
Hope has a home we can’t find anymore…
Hope has a home it can’t find anymore…
I placed a bet and lied
Things I had no idea I spent nearly eleven years waiting for: this remix.
Life sucks, but the Manics never will. Ever.
make it hit different.
take my hand as they play our song again
I have watched as all my dreams went walking out the door
And I think I deserve just a little more
In front of total strangers, won’t you kiss me?
Flowers for no reason but you miss me
Oh…I want to be in love
voice
The only time I exist is when I sing.
The only time I’m happy. When the world stops, and the music starts, and I lift my voice. My instrument for life. My magic. My secret. My heart, soul, blood, reason.
The rain pours on the roof and the people are screaming and the noise is endless, but I can sing. I can fly. I have wings.
When I sing with you, I’m giving you a part of my soul. We share the same soul, when we sing together. If I am close to the music, and you are close to the music, then we are close to each other — and we may not even know it. The bond is invisible and glows heart-red. The bond is adamantine.
Music is Goddess. There is nothing higher. There is nothing holier. Music is Goddess, and when I sing, I touch the Goddess’s face. All Her faces, in all Her glories.
That which brought me an indelible sorrow is the only thing that brings peace and relief, now, as I’m trapped in hell.
I can still sing.
If nothing else, I can still sing.
I turn the music up, I got my records onI shut the world outside until the lights come onMaybe the street’s alight, maybe the trees are goneI feel my heart start beatin’ to my favourite song
And all the kids they dance, all the kids, all nightUntil Monday mornin’ feels another lifeI turn the music up, I’m on a roll this timeAnd heaven is in sight…
and never brought to mind
A couple of songs for you, on this final day. (Also Spotify, for you astonishingly boring herberts who don’t understand the joy of mp3 collecting.)
Seeing as the beginning of this year was (literally) scarring, this evening I shall be doing very little and won’t tempt fate; coding for both business and pleasure, listening to some good tunes, setting up my various journals, and working on my solo D&D campaign. (Yes, it is possible.)
Stay safe tonight, beloveds. ♥
優しい夜にひとりうたう歌
It’s the season of grace coming out of the void
Where man is saved by a voice in the distance
It’s the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade, and age is welcome home
It’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention:
“You are safe here; you know now.”
It’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear,
Not alone in the dark…
Don’t forget, don’t forget, I love, I love, I love you.