Category: Song a day

Mad World – Tears for Fears (Cover by Jasmine Thompson)

When everyone left, I found me.

When they said that I was someone I wasn’t, I walked away. Tears would take their place but I loved the pain. This is when I take care of all the broken pieces of me.

When times were heavy, when life was fulfilled, I didn’t make a sound. I bowed.

Whenever I did something crazy and stupid, I didn’t let words eat me and stab me alive. I embraced my vulnerabilities. Lesson lessened the burn.

Whenever I succumb to the illusion of being alone, I take long deep breaths… even now, and I know I am here.

I am not a tree. I am not a bird. But I can dance. I can read, write a little too.

 

 

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What’s Good – Fenne Lily

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzCRcpOKUXs

When pain crushed me to the rock bottom, and everything became evidently dark.

Sophisticated platitudes:

 

“Everything happens for a reason.”

“Take responsibility for your situation.”

“Be Strong.“

 

came to my rescue, but, sadly of no use.

Weightless. Meaningless those fixes.

Morose. Useless noose — they neither understood my pain nor my despair.

 

I reckon, nobody ever said, “I am here for you!” Were they afraid? Did they hesitate in the likes of stepping over my shit, with me?

I reckon, nobody ever acknowledged my plight or even cared to share my thick sack. People, only their mere presence, their uncomfortable silence …  would have been a heaven but how would they know.

Those phony passersby, what would they know what loss does to people.

Shitty faces, shitty pieces of advice. Fake bodies cloaked with rich words, rampant. Incensed.

Just disgusting.

 

But Grief!

Not really the biggest fan of her but she was true as moon I know.

Sincere. Honest.

Grief, she came to save me.

Despite being welcomed sorely, slowly; she was absorbed well, comprehended fully.

She held my broken heart with all her heart.

She returned back my silver soul, however, this time not without a beautiful scar.

In the words of Megan Devine, “Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.”

Tough times.

I grieved.

Tears speak. Tears are beautiful.

Grieve.

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Take My Breath Away – Berlin

She: why do love her so much? why is she so special to you?

Him (politely): Are you sure you want to know?

She: Yeah! Sure. 100%

Him: Well, here is what, why and how.

Him: I love her in ways no adjectives and metaphors and similes and adverbs would add up. I love her and it is shapeless, uncontained and infinite.

Him: I love her with everything that defines me, everything that makes me; Blood, flesh, bones, tears, my soul, .. just with everything inside and outside of me!

 

Him (objectively): I will forever give her the warmth and my deepest respect she deserves.

Him: I will do anything in my power with all that I have to make hers day, filled with butterflies, fairies, and flowers.

Him: I will be her light or even her shadow; a mute mirror she can talk to all she wants.

Him: I will be her best friend, her only friend if I have to.

 

She: But then again, why is she such a special?

Him: This was a simple deduction. Her love for me was absolutely pure. I love her because she wanted me before I was anything like today. She accepted, .. loved me at my worst. She walked miles and miles alongside me with no near destiny at sight. She made me believe, she believed in me.

Me: And, I won’t even blink to confess that she is my only forever this life and afterlife.

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Georgia – Vance Joy

The word ‘Choices‘ has so much weight in it.

The word ‘Move‘ has so much hope in it.

The word ‘Do‘ has so much conviction in it.

The word ‘Relax‘ has so much love in it.

 

The word ‘Lie‘ has so much selfishness and masks in it.

The word ‘Cheat‘ has so much distaste, disgrace, and pain in it.

The word ‘Fuck off‘ has so much candor in it.

The word ‘kindness‘ has so much warmth in it.

 

The word ‘I‘ is so bold.

The word ‘Us‘  has so much integrity in it.

The word ‘Fun‘ has so many colors in it.

The word ‘Happiness‘ has so many prayers in it.

 

The word ‘Friends‘ has so much truth in it.

The word ‘Fake‘ has so much cruelty in it.

The word ‘Mother‘ has so much care in it.

The word ‘Home‘ has so much soul in it.

 

The word ‘Purpose‘ has so much power in it.

The word ‘Promises‘ has so much beauty in it.

The word ‘Perception‘ has so much rawness in it.

 

Words like these, all random, disorganized kinds surround us.

We had been forever living alongside, living within words-after-words.

 

 

 

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Cold Little Heart -Michael Kiwanuka

Acrid as truth.

One. Humbly, I am the whole I am, happy with what I have become, glad I know my shit …….. all because I was unmistakably an asshole the previous days of my life.

But, without him, I am impossible. The then he, inspired the ‘me’ this day.

Two. I know few things a little bit off of the blur now because once, ………. once I had been the whale of ignorant waste. Waste easily pilling up. Stale. Disgusted. Disgraceful. Waste easy to get rid off and easy to not notice.

Three. Aristotle was right. Today, I am convinced, I know one thing clearer as ever, that I do not know anything. And I won’t ever know, everything. I am learning to polish and polishing to learn in every step of the way (via stories or experiences, via books or the social media outlets, et cetera). That’s the truth.

But not very long ago, I was mistaken — having had conceived an ash munching attitude that I knew every fucking thing in life, with life, and about life. I was misled, misinformed. Mistaken.

 

Acrid as truth.

One. I know, I am just a stardust like yourself — bouncing occasionally, running, rambling here and there; trying to find my way home.

Two. Most genuinely, neither my past defined me, nor it defines you– today, this moment, here, what I do now, what you do this fleeting second, is all that matters.

Three. Temporaries bequeath lessons for a lifetime.

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Love Like This – Kodaline

I hope you find me (in particular), whenever you go through depressing breakups.

Because I know things.

I hope you take heartbreaks like regular pains and/or dysfunctions.

Because they too will heal with time.

I hope one day you’ll meet someone who’ll give you their whole wide world and makes you want to live every second of the day like it never existed.

Because I have.

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Home – Phillip Phillips

Even the stars have the darkest edges and the full moon — full pitch dark on the rare side, what are we human.

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We are all capable of making the ugliest mistakes of our lives and still think, … think, we are on the right side of the spectrum. Psychologists call it a reality distortion. I have been there.

We are all capable of causing an irreparable, massive destruction on someone else’s lives and still think, we did all right, all rosy,… did the ordinary. I have been there and I am so not proud of it.

————— ———– ——— ——- —- –

Her: ……

Me (with heavy mind & open heart): Sure, I took all the punches. But I deserved it.

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Grandma says, “We all have the Ying and the yang. None are clean. Which means the only way we can go through life is by knowing our demons right up front. Yes, make peace with that face.

Just Know it! Embrace and Let go.

Confess. Confront. Confer. Bend knees for your mistakes and you would have come clean. On the flip side,  guilt is for cowards,… for weak hearts, for ignorants.

Just be humble. And when you’ve known that you’ve made the maddest, the dumbest mistake(s); be brave and own it. And most importantly, forgive yourself!”

 

As Galileo so exquisitely put it, …what sublimity of mind was his who dreamed of finding means to communicate his deepest thoughts to any other person, though distant by mighty intervals of place and time!

 

 

I Beheld. I Spilled.

‘fruere vita’

🌸

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Believer – Imagine Dragons

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4K3FWlWAWI

At times when we’re all by ourselves.

In solitude when we are least alone but then deserted, unattended, submissive and perfectly vulnerable, s/he could become either of the two — our best friend or the worst foe.

I am talking about an unsung voice within; the sound we all have in each one of us with shifting amplitude and wavelength of monkeys or the monk.

I am curious, which one among the two dictates your private and the public world?

I am curious, which one pre-dominantly whispers and speaks to you because you choose to listen to? With patience and intent.

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See the point is, we should train and I mean seriously train this lifelong friend of ours (the voice within) in ways that it helps us enrich our personal and spiritual heritage, that we should nurture this gifted, passive conscience to speak clearly, speak an unbiased truth, speak only what is required.

Yes, we should best teach her/him to only talk wise and positive substance, to speak only as much the need is.

I assure you, this is easy said than done given our seemingly ordered but awfully, heavily disoriented, cluttered, fucked up life culture.

See, words are powerful stuff and we should be very careful and I mean very very careful with what, why, which and how we choose to be fed.

Because it Reflects. It Refracts. It matters.

Cogito ergo sum – Descartes’

 

 

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Portland, Maine -Donovan Woods

there is always tomorrow,… that’s the beauty of life.

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