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[Asila]

Aw, but drama and romance go hand in hand! In fact, you can seldom have one without the other. *grins*

[Seven]

Asila's got you there Rojo. Though you don't necessarily need it to be full-fledged romance. It could just be drama and love. That would encumber all forms of love: friendship, family, lovers, etc.

[Asila]

Oh, I just looked up a song that hasn't left my mind for a decade. My elementary school, or the art teachers and the students, had pieced together a large mosaic of Vincent's Starry Night in the announcement hall, or whatever the room was called, and I was part of the choir that sang a song written about Vincent when the mosaic was introduced to the school for the first time. And some of the lines I sang then have stuck with me ever since.

"Vincent"

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you were trying to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still

Perhaps they never will...

[Seven]

OMG! Don Maclean! I love that guy, and all of his songs. His lyrics are all so emotional and well written. I remember just a month ago I was bugging Aka asking her if she likes Maclean too. In which she said she doesn't remember who he was.

Thank you for reminding me of the pretty lyrics! I love this song, I started to sing it after you posted it.

[Asila]

This is the song that spurred my thoughts into their anti-depression revolution. I've been singing it to myself for the past few weeks. There is something about the main chorus that gave me hope. It was as though Stain'd took my wordless plea and assigned those lyrics to express it. If you haven't heard this song yet, you had better youtube it!

Believe

I sit alone and watch the clock,
Trying to collect my thoughts,
All I think about is you.
And so I cry myself to sleep,
And hope the devil I don't meet.
In the dreams that I live through.

Believe in me, I know you've waited for so long,
Believe in me, sometimes the weak become the strong,
Believe in me, this life's not always what it seems,
Believe in me, cause I was made for chasing dreams.

All the smiles you've had to fake,
And all the shit you've had to take.
Just to lead us here again.
I never have the things to say,
To make it all just go away,
To make it all just disappear.

Believe in me, I know you've waited for so long,
Believe in me, sometimes the weak become the strong,
Believe in me, this life's not always what it seems,
Believe in me, cause i was made for chasing dreams.

It's my life,
It's my choice,
Hear my words,
Hear my voice,
And just believe.

I sit alone and watch the clock,
Trying to collect my thoughts,
And all i think about is you.

If you believe in me, life's not always what it seems
Believe in me, cause i was made for chasing dreams.

Believe in me, I know you've waited for so long,
Believe in me, sometimes the weak become the strong,
Believe in me, this life's not always what it seems,
Believe in me, cause i was made for chasing dreams.

[Seven]

Oh, I love this song. I had forgotten about it for a while though. I'm really glad it helped you through! (Maybe next time you're feeling down, I should go look for some inspirational songs for you. That always seems to help )

[Asila]

Maybe, though I should warn you that trying to find songs that inspire me is difficult. It only takes one poorly worded phrase to set me in an even worse mood. Or that was how it was. I like to think I'm better now.

I love this song to death, though! It makes me feel all tingly and I feel the urge to laugh in response to the surge of hope I feel and cry in relief all at once!

[Seven]

...Only one? Yeesh, scary. Maybe I'll refrain since I wouldn't want to accidentally make you suicidal over some lyrics.

Sounds like it moved you pretty powerfully. What about the actual words appealed to you most?

[Asila]

Hey! My mind has taken me to places so dark that the word 'hope' was only a vague concept, but I've never seriously considered suicide. I'm too curious to go down easily. I always want to know what's going to happen next. I don't want to miss out on something good. In fact, I believe whole-heartedly in this quote and always have. "There is one thing which gives radiance to everything. It is the idea of something around the corner." Of course, at my worst I thought 'radiance' was a strong word, but the idea that that quote presents certainly kept my hope alive, however faint it may have been.

As for songs, it depends on the poorly phrased verse in question. I can think of one example that turned me off of a very good song. You know the song "Hold On" by Good Charlotte? I absolutely hated the phrase But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
It used to make me feel so angry and indignant. Yes, everyone has obstacles to overcome. But they are never the same ones.

...since I feel a page long rant coming on, I'm going to drop that.

Hey, remember when I had Evening express that same sentiment? *grins* That was a while back...

As for the lyrics that affected me most, I honestly like pretty much every line of this song, which is unusual for me. But the part I like most is...well, the entire main chorus.

Believe in me, I know you've waited for so long, This line gets to me because I was a wreck when I came live with my grandparents and it's been a long road. I was so unhappy for so long that I think I scared them. People in that mindset do have a tendency to off themselves and they didn't know what I knew. That I could never give up, even when nothing sounded better.

Believe in me, sometimes the weak become the strong, I have never wanted anything more in my life than to be strong. Even my earliest memories hold this impression. I was always competing with the other boys when I was young. And when I was older and everything in my unstable life became infinitely worse (forgive the dramatic language, but that is honestly how it seemed) I felt so weak. I kept wondering what was wrong with me, why I couldn't just do what my mom wanted me to do and be happy in the place I hated. I cried myself to sleep on a weekly basis and hated myself for it. I felt like I must be pathetic, worthless. But now I feel like I am quickly becoming unstoppable.

Believe in me, this life's not always what it seems, Well, to your average onlooker I would seem worthless, a girl with no sense of reality and her head in the clouds. I don't have a job and right now I'm going to leave things that way. Every time I force myself to keep a job I hate (and I have yet to find one I like) I end up drained of spirit. And now that I actually feel alive again, for the first time, really, I don't want to ruin that. I need some time to cement this new mentality in my mind. But anyone else would look at me and call me lazy. There was one other instance in which my mother's husband cornered me and told me I was messed up in the head. He only saw a morose, disrespectful teenager and thought he would put me in my place. Now, when I think back, my thoughts rally behind me and I want to exclaim "Oh, really? You haven't the slightest idea what I'm capable of. I'm a good enough artist to draw the notice of one college professor and a good enough writer to win an award for an essay, even when I hate this form of writing above any other. You haven't the slightest idea what I could accomplish!"

Believe in me, cause i was made for chasing dreams And finally, I love this line because chasing dreams is exactly what I was meant to do. I refuse to believe that I was meant to spend the rest of my life working in a factory the way much of my family has. I possess too many talents to let them all go to waste in such a way. If I just employ one and really try, believe, I could achieve the unattainable. I never thought so before, but I think so now.

*is feeling all tingly now* Give me a chance to soar, and I will blaze a path that few can follow! *exultant laughter*

[Seven]

((Don't worry. I don't actually think you'd ever commit suicide, but I just meant it as a little pun. I mostly meant I just wouldn't want to upset you more when you're already upset.))

Well, right there...wow. I'm not even sure how to respond to this. If you're not careful, your inspiration is going to become contagious! (If only I'd be more inspired to do my homework, lol

I really liked what you said about the line Believe in me, this life's not always what it seems. I'm really so glad for you that you aren't going to belittle yourself before people who think less of you. I know it's such a popular belief that one has to be true to themselves and be confident that they are not the loser everyone else perceives them to be, but at the same time, it can be really difficult not to be brought down by such things. On one hand, it can sort of fire you up when someone else is trying to put you in a place, but Isometimes I think the worse "average onlooker" can be one's self. I know that's how it is usually for me--that sometimes I notice I am the most silent in the group, or I can't think of anything witty or funny or smart to say at any given point, and I become hyper-critical of myself, and it drives me crazy. I wonder how critical other people are of themselves. I tend to think bubbly people or the most social people aren't self-critical at all.

But anyways, (back to you), I agree with the not taking a job. Honestly, why do you need to stress yourself out even more? You're in college, and your should be taking advantage of the opportunites there, not losing all your free time between a hard job and school work. Maybe if you got a federal work study job through the school it'd be ok, since most of those jobs are only 6-9 hours a week tutoring someone or something.

The chasing dreams part was also classy. I could spend all my life chasing dreams...or all my life studying in school, which is essentially the same thing for me (I have a great love for school. I wish I could major in everything!) Well, then agian, I have a lot of other dreams to. I still secretly carry childish wishes that I'll be sucked into some sort of fantasy-adventure.

But once again, you'd just be wasting your life working in a factory. You're too smart for that, and life offers so many other things. My mother always says to the kids she counsels, "You're living in the United States of America! Do you know how lucky you are? Here, you can do anything you want!" And really, she's pretty right, especially when you compare to other countries. So keep your hopes high and your self-doubts low. And know you've got friends rooting you on!

[Asila]

About bubbly people...I've noticed that people who are really cheerful in a group often feel self-righteous, like my sister who thinks that any time she doesn't get along with someone it's solely because they are a jerk, or a bitch, and that the tension is absolutely no fault of her own. No matter how extreme her behavior, she always believes herself justified. I know because I've fought with her often enough that her reactions are predictable to me now. I see the same mentality in others. Then you have the ones who simply lack complexity of thought. There is little that they care greatly about and therefor almost no conflict in their mind. I meet these people all the time too. I envy them for their ease, but I wouldn't give up my inner-conflict for anything. It's what has driven me to do anything that has been worth doing in my life.

But people like you and me have so much to say that it is impossible to sort through rapidly. Just look at how we write, Seven! There's so much clever, insightful commentary going on in our heads that it is impossible for us to pick one comment out of the river of input that is constantly rushing through our heads. It's like trying to pick out a specific conversation when you're caught in a chatty crowd. You have to listen for a moment before you can make sense of even the louder comments. You know, sometimes it makes me wish I lived in Japan. In the US our society values someone who can speak quickly, in the collectivist cultures they admire people who express themselves well. No one worries about talking quickly there.

Still...it's hard not to feel inadequate when everyone else is chatting with ease and you're struggling to find something to say. It makes me wish I lived closer to you, Seven. Once I got used to speaking to you in person I would relax enough to allow the short lengths of silence that are sometimes needed by people like us to arrange the next set of thoughts into coherent words. But I keep thinking that you'll think I'm unhappy or annoyed if I don't talk fast enough and so I rush my thoughts. So, just for the record, if I ever say anything that sounds insensitive or just plain stupid it's because I was trying to think too quickly and failed to express myself well.

And thanks for supporting my decision to hold off on a job for now. I keep expecting criticism every time I inform someone of this decision. Still, a part time job that required no more than ten hours a week would be just fine. I can tolerate anything for shorter lengths of time, it's only the forty hour work weeks that get to me.

I wish I'd be sucked into a fantasy-adventure. How fun would that be? I keep saying that I wished mythical creatures were real. I'd gladly accept the bad along with the good if this were the case. I even go so far as to say that I would risk my life to meet a vampire. (meaning that I'm not one of the obnoxious fangirl-type romantics that thinks every vampire would try to seduce them in the most charming way possible. I know full well that he/she would be more likely to drain me to the point of death, but what a way to go! Not only would I die knowing that there are creatures in this world that are the substance of the most spectacular myths, but I would have the most excellent story to tell my fellow disembodied souls whenever I got to where I was going. Hey, how did you die?You choked to death on a piece of steak. Fascinating. I was bled by a vampire who possessed supernatural strength and speed. Yeah, I know! I hadn't thought they existed either! What a way to find out, right? ;D ) Yeah, I'm easily distracted. I also want to learn forever. I was out of school for six months when I graduated (I hadn't lived in Wisconsin quite long enough to pay the in-state fee and I didn't want to pay three times the amount so I had to wait) and I was convinced that my brain was rotting out of my skull at the end of those six months. Even after I finally decide on and get my degree I'll probably consistently take one college course at a time for the rest of my life, just so that I can eventually learn all I want to know. Not that I think that's possible, since the more you learn the more you realize there is to be learned.

*glomps Seven yet again* And thank you for telling me I'm smart! I have been doubting that one pretty badly, especially after I managed to fail those two classes. *winces* But hey, many of the greatest minds in the world have struggled with academic courses at one time or another. There is no reason for me to call myself an idiot just because I was really struggling for a while there. And Seven, if I ever rise to the heights I want to soar to I am dragging you with me! *grins*

((*in a small voice* Oh dear, that turned into another rant. I didn't notice until I tried to preview it...))

[Asila]

I have now found the band whose album may dethrone "The Black Parade" as my current favorite. I've listened to two of their songs now and both of them were beautiful, but there is something terribly sad and romantic about this one. That, and I can relate with this song all too well. *wistful sigh*

The funny thing is that I had never heard of this band before. I just happened to chance across a description of their album the same way I found the Crystal Ball song that I posted earlier.

Anyway, the band is Rise Against.

But Tonight We Dance

Breathe deep and easy, swallow this pride.
Stare at my shaking hands through bone dry, blood shot eyes.
Clocks drip the hours, I count the miles.
Will you be there waiting, awake until sunrise.

I've traveled in darkness, for what seems like days,
I've crawled from the sinkholes, collapsed under this weight.
I know not your sorrow, but I know mine,
So say you'll stay and dance with me tonight.

In the glow of twilight, our world has finally come.
I felt it complete me, when the stars give way to dawn.
A language universal, but I speak not it's tongue.
Is this a night that SPANS forever, or a dawn that never comes.

I've traveled in darkness, for what seems like days,
I've crawled from the sinkholes, collapsed under this weight.
I know not your sorrow, but I know mine,
So say you'll stay and dance with me tonight.

Tomorrow we might wake in servitude and sadness.
I will give you everything if only you would have it!
Tomorrow we will sweat and toil,
Our hands will quiver caked with soil,
Tomorrow we'll give it one last chance,
But tonight we dance,
But tonight we dance!

And for this, I'll travel in darkness, for what seems like days,
I'll crawl from the sinkholes, collapse under this weight.
I know not your sorrow, but I know mine,
Just say you'll stay and dance with me tonight.

[Rojo]

Sorry to break the torrent of sadness, drama and romance, buuuuut....*Starts to whistle*

Here is a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy......

Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The land lord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Lood at me I am happy
Don't worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number
When you worry call me
I make you happy
Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got not girl to make you smile
But don't worry be happy
Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy (now).....

There is this little song I wrote
I hope you learn it note for note
Like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
But when you worry
You make it double
Don't worry, be happy......
Don't worry don't do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like this
Don't worry, it will soon past
Whatever it is
Don't worry, be happy

__________________

This song cheers me up when I'm sad, and it helps a lot.

[Asila]

*coughs* That song actually annoys me, due to my relentless sense of logic. And the fact that I'm a die-hard realist.

...but I won't explain in detail because I might as well let you retain whatever innocence you have left. I don't want you to be as cynical as I am.

Let's just say that the song I posted makes me happier than that one. Because I'm weird like that.

[Rojo]

...
You're weird.