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Brooke Fraser - Flags

Brooke Fraser's "Flags" has been keeping my mood up over the past couple of weeks.I feel like so many things happen over this short period of time, I hardly have time nor energy to look back and reassure myself that I have come a certain way and to remind myself that it doesn't make it cheap because nobody else knows and/or nobody else values it as much as I do. Here is one song that I find quite striking:

Who Are We Fooling - Brooke Fraser and Aqualung

So we're back here again
Tip-toeing 'round the edge of the end
Wondering who will be last to admit
That we're finally over

Turned twenty one on the day that we met
Terrible shoes and plausible dress
It's funny how sad the funny things get as you grow older

Better or worse
But what else can we do?
And better or worse
I am tethered to you
If it's not either of us
Tell me who are we fooling?

I learned the art of biting my tongue
I got tired of trying to guess what was wrong
Both agreed on where we should go
But not how to get there

We tried and tried to loosen the knots
Thinking once we're untangled we'll be better off
But it's these failures and faults that hold us together

Better or worse
But what else can we do?
And better or worse
I am tethered to you
If it's not either of us
Tell me who are we fooling?

This beautiful tangle that's bruising us blue
It's a beautiful knot that we just can't undo
Together we're one but apart tell me
Who are we fooling?

'Cause real love
Is hard love
It's all we have
It's a break-neck
Train wreck
It's all we have

So we're back here again
Turning away from the edge of the end
Arm in arm

Better or worse
But what else can we do?
And better or worse
I am tethered to you
If it's not either of us
Tell me who are we fooling?

This beautiful tangle that's bruising us blue
It's a beautiful knot we just can't undo
If it's not either of us, tell me who are we fooling?

Together we're one, but apart tell me
Who are we fooling?

And FYI, I'm going to play this one day. :P


November 9, 2010 | 6:11 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Dreamlike - I like it.

Untitled 2 - Hopes and Fears, Keane (2004)

You chewed me up and you spat me out
The foolish boy that I am
So I chose to wander around and around
And make myself a man

I thought the world could be changed by
A good song and a smile
But it's been this way such a long time
So maybe I'm wrong

So long ago it must be
You're still the one that's troubling me
And still so far, so far away
I sat with a tear in my hand on a day so long ago

Inside I am an ogre
With the simple thoughts of a child
I say what I think and I need to be loved
But I guess that's not your style

So long ago it must be
But you're still the one that's troubling me
And still so far, so far away
I sat with a tear in my hand on a day so long ago

Walnut Tree - Perfect Symmetry, Keane (2008)

Once there was a great storm
Pushed my head beneath the waves, I was gone
Underneath the walnut tree
Where you said you'd wait for me
And I waited a long, long time

I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time

Why, why do I come here?
Seeking out the memories I handed
Cause you put your spell on me
Made me live a memory
And I'm frozen in just the wrong time

I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time


October 3, 2010 | 4:10 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Mmm.

Want to get back to this:

Something In The Water - Flags, Brooke Fraser (Oct 12, 2010!!)

Do do do do do do do do do do

I wear a demeanor made of bright pretty things
What she wears, what she wears, what she wears
Birds singing on my shoulder in harmony it seems
How they sing, how they sing, how they sing

Give me nights of solitude, red wine just a glass or two,
Reclined in a hammock on a balmy evening
I’ll pretend that it's nothing that's skipping my heart when I think
Of you thinking of me babe I'm crazy over you

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
There's something in the water, something in the water
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
There's something in the water that makes me love you like...

I got halos made of summer, rhythms made of spring
What she wears, what she wears, what she wears
I got crowds of words I've woven: each one a song to sing
Oh I sing, oh I sing, oh I sing

Give me long days in the sun, preludes to the nights to come
Previews of the mornings laying in all lazy
Give me something fun to do like a life of loving you
Kiss me quick now baby I'm still crazy over you

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
There's something in the water, something in the water
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
There's something in the water that makes me love you like I do

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh x 3

Give me nights of solitude, red wine, just a glass or two
Give me something fun to do...

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
There's something in the water, something in the water
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
There's something in the water that makes me love you like I do
(x 2)

Do do do do do do do do do do

FYI: working on these chords right now...

September 21, 2010 | 6:09 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Try Again

So I think maybe I've forgotten how to appreciate things for what they are, maybe because I'm trying so hard to improve, there's some sort of resentment or envy at things that don't change and/or I have no control over. Maybe I stopped appreciating things because I didn't feel appreciated.

"Try Again" - Under The Iron Sea, Keane (2006)

I fell asleep on a late night train
I missed my stop and I went round again
Why would I want to see you now?
To fix it up, make it up somehow

Baby I'll try again, try again
Baby I die every night, every time

What I was isn't what I am
I'd change back but I don't know if I can

Still I'll try, try again, try again
Baby I die every night, every time

But I was made the way I am
I'm not a stone; I'm just a man
Lay down your arms and I will lay down mine
Rip back the time that we've been wasting

God I wish you could see me now
You'd pick me up and you'd sort me out

Baby I'll try again, try again
Baby I die every night, every time

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September 11, 2010 | 8:09 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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August 27, 2010 | 11:08 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Black Burning Heart

Keane. Black Burning Heart. Perfect Symmetry 2008.

I wish that I could be
In the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them
Never to be seen again

Leave this life
Its unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak
Who never had their time to speak

The sky will be my shroud
A monument of cloud

If we could turn back
You can paper over the crack
But it will return now
And your heart will burn black

Give me your hand
Cut the skin, let me in
The molecules of us
Bleeding into one again

The sky will be my shroud
A cenotaph of cloud

If we could turn back
You can paper over the crack
But it will return now
And your heart will burn black
Forgotten my way home
Forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start
And it burns my heart

I know everything you said was right and I suppose
Everything is here forever till it goes
You gave it all away, kept nothing for yourself
Just a picture on the shelf

Je souhaiterai m'immerger dans les profondeurs des mers
Y disparaî tre pour ne plus jamais être vu

Burning up
Now I'm racing down a road I don't recognise
I realise I've forgotten my way home
Forgotten everything that I know
Every day a false start
And it burns my heart

Turn back

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Also just read this: Dying GP's Plea for Euthanasia [article]


July 21, 2010 | 7:07 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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If...

If I feel depressed I will sing.
If I feel sad I will laugh.
If I feel ill I will double my labour.
If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.
If I feel inferior I will wear new garments.
If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice.
If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come.
If I feel incompetent I will think of past success.
If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals.
Today I will be the master of my emotions.
Og Mandino (American Essayist and Psychologist, 1923-1996)
from Shobana

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July 17, 2010 | 6:07 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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