Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Pink Floyd - Time
I was lucky to hear this words when I was young. I think they made me a little more conscious of how I live.
I heard them when I was a kid but being in a non-english speaking country, I didn’t understand them. When I could understand them, I didn’t “listen” to them (as in I didn’t pay attention), when I did start to actually listen to them, I was already old and it hit me in a not very positive way lol.
But hey, thats life.
Yes, I still thank about missed opportunities in life. I hope to use my remaining years to do things differently.
Not sure if they’re my favourite, but always liked this sequence in Bulls on Parade:
Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal, I
Walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library, line up to the mind cemetery now
What we don’t know keeps the contracts alive and movin’
They don’t gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells“Why do we always send the poor”
And on a more serious note, really the whole song, but here’s the refrain, with my amateur translation.
世界で一つの 輝く光になれ
私でいい
私を信じてゆくのさ
遠回りしても 守るべき道を行け
私でいい
私の歩幅で生きてくのさBecome a shining light in this world
I’m good enough
I’m going to start believing in myself
Walk the way that I know I should stay true to, even if it takes me on detours
I’m good enough
I’m going to start living with my paceBeautiful, by Superfly
I’ve been living with recidivating depression for a few years now and this song helps.
”en jaksa mutta jatkan / tämän yhden mäen vielä / sateen jälkeen täältä näkee kauas”
Vorna - Kauas
Don’t know exactly why, but this has always got to me, hits some spot nothing else prior ever had, and nothing else still has not since.
Translated to English, it’s something like:
“I have no will or energy, but I shall climb / this one last hill / after the rain you can see so far from here”
It doesn’t translate well, but something about it really resonates with me. I’ve lived with clinic depression for so long, and I’ve been so close to giving in, but always just choosing to climb that one last hill gives some perspective and after all these years… here I am.
I’m too tired to continue, but I’ll fight this one more fight before I fall to my eternal slumber. And after the fight, as the dust settles, the rains stop… well, the view is beautiful. The world is beautiful. But I’m tired… too tired to go on. So I shall only fight this one more fight before I get my peace. One last glance at the beauty. Ah, one more fight, but no more, and I’ll return back up this hill and this view shall be my last. But it’s so beautiful. Only one more fight, and… And so on and so on.
It just feels like I belong in those words.
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Woah, that’s a solid line!
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This is one of those lyrics that keep hitting hard, even after 30+ years of first hearing this song:
How can I find The right way to control All the conflicts inside All the problems beside As the questions arise And the answers don’t fit Into my way of things Into my way of things
Joy Division - Komakino
This world, it turns on the thought of you dead.
- local H, misanthrope.
If you want, a second to breathe, I’ll give you all of my love, give you all that you need
- Sjowgren, seventeen
On the wings of a dream so far beyond reality
All alone in desperation, now the time is gone
Lost inside you’ll never find
Lost within my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and flames we carry on
Through the Fire and Flames, Dragonforce. Most people know it for having five guitar solos, but the lyrics speak to me
we’re rolling bigger DOOBIES
and growing bigger BOOBIES
“Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure.”
Such a powerful part of that song by Queen (and Bowie, I think).
I love the vibe of this lyric telling me to enjoy my ordinary life.
This is your life, it’s all been ordinary
Until you find all you’re worth
Then you find your life is all but something ordinary
And you’re longing for home
Your gonna find yourself at homeThe Buzzhorn - Ordinary
That’s great. I’ll listen to that one. Thanks.
“wearing all black doesn’t make you cool, but it probably doesn’t hurt and I think you’re kind of cool anyway” - no men:
https://no-men.bandcamp.com/track/w-a-b-d-m-y-cTriplets born
The throne avaits
A see’r warns of a deadly fate
Give yo your children! seperate!
Bide your time Lie in waitSonic underground They made a vow Their mother will be found.
The triplets grow and learn what’s right
Leaders of the freedom fight
They miss their mother She knows they do
Is it time!?
If she only knew!!!
Will the prophecy come true…?Sonic underground They made a vow their mother will be found
I Miss my children but I have to wait
To act too soon could seal their fateThey made a vow their mother will be found
That’s compelling.
Leonard Cohen - Closing time:
Ah, we’re drinking and we’re dancing And the band is really happening And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion She’s the Angel of Compassion She’s rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker, every dancer Lifts a happy face to thank her The fiddler fiddles something so sublime All the women tear their blouses off And the men, they dance on the polka-dots And it’s partner found, it’s partner lost And it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops It’s closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time) Yeah, the women tear their blouses off And the men, they dance on the polka-dots And it’s partner found, it’s partner lost And it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops It’s closing time Ah, we’re lonely, we’re romantic And the cider’s laced with acid And the Holy Spirit’s crying, “Where’s the beef?” And the moon is swimming naked And the summer night is fragrant With a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger Down the snakes and up the ladder To the tower where the blessed hours chime And I swear, it happened just like this A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss The Gates of Love, they budged an inch I can’t say much has happened since But closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time) I swear, it happened just like this A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss The Gates of Love, they budged an inch I can’t say much has happened since I can’t say much has happened since I can’t say much has happened since But closing time Closing time I loved you for your beauty But that doesn’t make a fool of me You were in it for your beauty too And I loved you for your body There’s a voice that sounds like god to me Declaring (declaring), declaring (declaring) Declaring that your body’s really you (really, really, really, really you) And I loved you when our love was blessed And I loved you, now, there’s nothing left But sorrow and a sense of overtime And I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don’t care what happens next Looks like freedom, but it feels like death It’s something in between, I guess It’s closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time) Yeah, I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex Looks like freedom, but it feels like death It’s something in between, I guess It’s closing time Yeah, we’re drinking and we’re dancing But there’s nothing really happening And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion Gets me fumbling, gets me laughing She’s a hundred, but she’s wearing something tight And I lift my glass to the awful tuth Which you can’t reveal to the ears of youth Except to say it isn’t worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice And it’s once for the Devil, and once for Christ But the Boss don’t like these dizzy heights We’re busted in the blinding lights Of closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time) The whole damn place goes crazy twice And it’s once for the Devil, and it’s once for Christ But the Boss don’t like these dizzy heights We’re busted in the blinding lights (busted in the blinding lights) Busted in the blinding lights Of closing time Closing time Oh, the women tear their blouses off And the men, they dance on the polka-dots It’s closing time And it’s partner found, it’s partner lost And it’s hell to pay when the fiddler stops It’s closing time I swear it happened just like this A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It’s closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time) The Gates of Love, they budged an inch I can’t say much has happened since But closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time) I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now, there’s nothing left But closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time) I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex of closing…
