I made a quizzy thing about me.
I thought I'd post it for fun!
Let's see how you do!
Jon and Kate Plus 8
14 years ago
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
I think I've lost focus...
"You're Beautiful"
My life is brilliant.
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment
that will last till the end.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful,
it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful,
it's true.
There must be an angel
with a smile on her face,
When she thought up
that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
-James Blunt
Music has an effect on people that I've never seen before. Different songs have different effects on people, the combinations are more endless than the number of stars in the sky. The many elements of music all lend to this phenomenon. There's the music itself, the very patterns, beats, rhythms, melodies. How each part meshes together. Guitar, drums, piano, vocals, accordion, saxophone, flute, spoons, each note lends to the bigger picture and the entire feel of the song. And there's the lyrics, not exactly the same as the vocals, which paint an even more vivid picture.
And then there's taste, which will always vary. It's as unique as each person who possesses it. I myself prefer slow, melodic, music with matching vocals and eloquent lyrics. A dear friend of mine likes rough, coarse, metallic music, with high pitched vocals. My brother likes synthetic rhythmic music with little vocal or lyrical interference. Does that mean that I'm making bad choices or that my brother is? Absolutely not. Each of us likes our music for what it gives us, for the effect it has.
I presume my friend prefers hers because it makes her feel numbed. Because it overpowers her emotions, her thoughts, and lets he get lost in the rhythm and the very essence of what it is. Some people, like my brother, like the total inebriation that can come with a night out. When all the senses become jumbled and mixed, and they need music to stimulate them. It's like... their only way of sending information to their brains. At least, that's how it is for him. And I like it because I feel like it's a fuel for emotion. The music I listen to makes my every emotion raw, makes them peak with sensitivity and feel so much more real.
Sometimes music tends to have another effect though, one that we wouldn't imagine it would. A few months ago when I'd finally decided to officially end it, completely, with Alex he played me the song I pasted above. It gave me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, even then. Well, now like seven months later I heard it out of the blue while I was at work and was overcome with thoughts, emotions, and had to excuse myself for a minute. I think I was actually crying over it. I never knew that any piece of music could have such a profound effect. I always knew it was powerful, but like that?
Then that reminded me of a lot of things... feeling that way again. Jodie prompted me to post a piece of poetry on my fiction press account which also reminded me of things. I was in a very low point as a teen, lower than I ever wanted to believe. I don't want to go back there... but I guess it feels like things keep trying to pull me back down. Fan fiction, music, fate, it's all drawing me downward. Jodie inadvertently reminded me how far I've come, which scared me. Now I feel like I'm falling again... do I take the raw realization as a sign that I should fight to climb back up? Or is it supposed to torture me even more on the way down?
I've got two things weighing heavily on my mind. One's heartache and the other's another kind of ache, one I can't name. Who knew that I really loved him? I've never let myself love anyone before. Is that the other ache? The way I lock things in and never open back up?
Damn... this is nonsensical and depressing.
-LLK
My life is brilliant.
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment
that will last till the end.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful,
it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful,
it's true.
There must be an angel
with a smile on her face,
When she thought up
that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
-James Blunt
Music has an effect on people that I've never seen before. Different songs have different effects on people, the combinations are more endless than the number of stars in the sky. The many elements of music all lend to this phenomenon. There's the music itself, the very patterns, beats, rhythms, melodies. How each part meshes together. Guitar, drums, piano, vocals, accordion, saxophone, flute, spoons, each note lends to the bigger picture and the entire feel of the song. And there's the lyrics, not exactly the same as the vocals, which paint an even more vivid picture.
And then there's taste, which will always vary. It's as unique as each person who possesses it. I myself prefer slow, melodic, music with matching vocals and eloquent lyrics. A dear friend of mine likes rough, coarse, metallic music, with high pitched vocals. My brother likes synthetic rhythmic music with little vocal or lyrical interference. Does that mean that I'm making bad choices or that my brother is? Absolutely not. Each of us likes our music for what it gives us, for the effect it has.
I presume my friend prefers hers because it makes her feel numbed. Because it overpowers her emotions, her thoughts, and lets he get lost in the rhythm and the very essence of what it is. Some people, like my brother, like the total inebriation that can come with a night out. When all the senses become jumbled and mixed, and they need music to stimulate them. It's like... their only way of sending information to their brains. At least, that's how it is for him. And I like it because I feel like it's a fuel for emotion. The music I listen to makes my every emotion raw, makes them peak with sensitivity and feel so much more real.
Sometimes music tends to have another effect though, one that we wouldn't imagine it would. A few months ago when I'd finally decided to officially end it, completely, with Alex he played me the song I pasted above. It gave me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, even then. Well, now like seven months later I heard it out of the blue while I was at work and was overcome with thoughts, emotions, and had to excuse myself for a minute. I think I was actually crying over it. I never knew that any piece of music could have such a profound effect. I always knew it was powerful, but like that?
Then that reminded me of a lot of things... feeling that way again. Jodie prompted me to post a piece of poetry on my fiction press account which also reminded me of things. I was in a very low point as a teen, lower than I ever wanted to believe. I don't want to go back there... but I guess it feels like things keep trying to pull me back down. Fan fiction, music, fate, it's all drawing me downward. Jodie inadvertently reminded me how far I've come, which scared me. Now I feel like I'm falling again... do I take the raw realization as a sign that I should fight to climb back up? Or is it supposed to torture me even more on the way down?
I've got two things weighing heavily on my mind. One's heartache and the other's another kind of ache, one I can't name. Who knew that I really loved him? I've never let myself love anyone before. Is that the other ache? The way I lock things in and never open back up?
Damn... this is nonsensical and depressing.
-LLK
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