Monday 4 October 2010

.the.musical.tune.in.this.heart.

Song  |sô ng |
A song can do so much for one person. It can sooth someones pain, it can tell someone just how much they mean to them, it can help you drift into a sweet dreamland. This particular song is very. very dear to me. More like this particular version. It is the song that heals, it is the lullaby to ease my restless nights, it is the song that my one and only sings to me. You are my world, you are crippling happiness, you are the one I share this crazy life with. You are the glass that holds my wine: you keep me from falling, you make me tipsy with happiness, you are the one I come to in times of stress and the one to celebrate new found happiness. If there's one thing I can tell you that I know to be true, never-ever under estimate the power of music. Regardless of who is singing or playing, music can do many things for you, for your soul, for your health, for your overall happiness. I am just lucky to have both mixed into one :D



Check out this version of Madman by Thrice - Madman 

Our course is coarsely plotted
On a map of shoddy dreams,
But hindsight will reveal
Time's moving faster than it seems.

Maybe I'm just selfish,
I've got nothing left to give.
I'm still a foolish boy,
I've got a lifetime left to live,

And I was swinging like a madman,

Not quite sure of what I felt,
And I might never understand
Exactly what it was I'd held,
And now I watch the sun descending
From the weathered gravel roof,
And I recall the sky once told me
That all lies lead to the truth.

So I'll look the other way,

And I'll turn a deafened ear,
And I'll talk of distant lands,
Pretend I was never here.

Reality beads on my skin

Like a slicker in the rain,
But now I feel it soaking in
And I begin to feel the pain.
I fight the urge to run to you,
This is how it has to be.
We've gotta step away right now,
We're just too close to see,
 
And I was swinging like a madman,
Not quite sure of what I felt,
And I might never understand
Exactly what it was I'd held,
And now I watch the sun descending
From the weathered gravel roof,
And I recall the sky once told me
That all lies lead to the truth.

So I'll look the other way,

And I'll turn a deafened ear,
And I'll talk of distant lands,
Pretend I was never here,
And I'll look the other way,
And I'll turn a deafened ear,
And I'll talk distant lands,
Pretend I was never here

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