Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts

Monday, September 13, 2010

Hello Chicken, Meet Egg. Egg, Meet Chicken


What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music? – Rob Gordon, High Fidelity




Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Tears and Laughter


Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.  I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.  - Kurt Vonnegut



Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Shhhh.....


The first duty of love is to listen. – Paul Tillich


I can hear so much in your sighs
And I can see so much in your eyes
There are words we both could say
But don't talk, put your head on my shoulder

Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and let me hear your heart beat
Being here with you feels so right
We could live forever tonight
Lets not think about tomorrow
And don't talk put your head on my shoulder

Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and listen to my heart beat
Listen, listen, listen.

Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don't talk, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don't talk, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Let the healing begin!!


There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love. – Washington Irving

Friday, August 20, 2010

Remembory

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. - Kevin Arnold


Your picture is still on my wall, on my wall
The colors are bright, bright as ever
Red is strong and blue is pure
Some things last a long time
Some things last a long time

Your picture is still on my wall, on my wall
I think about you often, often
I won't forget all the things we did
Some things last a long time
Some things last a long time

It's funny, but it's true
And it's true, but it's not funny
Time comes and goes
All of the while, I still think about you
Some things last a long time

Your picture is still on my wall, on my wall
The colors are bright, bright as ever
the things we did i can´t forget
Some things last a lifetime
Some things last a lifetime
Some things last a lifetime

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

("An Untested Hypothesis Suggesting That the Chemical [In Our Brains] by Which We Are Able to Experience the Sensation of Being in Love Is the Same Chemical That Caused the "Big Bang" That Was the Birth of the Accelerating Universe")

All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out. – Albert Camus

 

What is the light
That you have
Shining all around you?
Is it chemically derived?

Cause if it’s natural
Something glowing from inside
Shining all around you
It’s potential has arrived

Looking into space, it surrounds you
Love is the place that you’re drawn to
Looking into space, it surrounds you
Love is the face that you’re drawn to

What is the light
That you have
Shining all around you?
Is it chemically derived?

Saturday, May 8, 2010

This is how it starts, not with a bang

Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness. - Isidore Ducasse Lautreamont





Despair/Happiness - The Mouse Trap



This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Ain't it, Though?


I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. – Agatha Christie


Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)

John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated
By the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching?
You should cut down on your pork loin mate, get some exercise

All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?

I get up when I want except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
(Parklife)


I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too
It gives me a sense of enormous well-being
(Parklife)
And then I'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge
There will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it


All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Parklife
(Parklife)
Parklife
(Parklife)

It's got nothing to do with
Vorsprung durch technique you know
(Parklife)
And it's not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round
(Parklife)

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sad Songs Really Do Say So Much


Music is amazing. There's some metaphysical comfort where it allows you to be isolated and alone while telling you that you are not alone... truly, the only cure for sadness is to share it with someone else. – Wayne Coyne (The Flaming Lips)


Saturday, January 16, 2010

Breaking Down the Walls of Sadness



The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy. – Jim Rohn




Saturday, January 2, 2010

Shooing away the Birds of Sadness

You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent their making a nest in your hair ~ Chinese Proverbs


Ave Maria


Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Recovery avec les French

Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile. – Jean Giraudoux








St. Gemma Galgani, who my grandmother is named after