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TaoMan1121 (profile) wrote, on 7-18-2005 at 9:06pm | |
Current mood: here Music: Damien Rice - Older Chests |
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Wrote all this at work today: "This whole NYC process was supposed to be about me becoming completely independent, function fully on my own. Instead, it has become a lesson in learning how to rely on others for their guidance and emotional support. Put simply, it's made me realize that for all I've ever done to try and do things on my own, that stubborness may have made things needlessly harder on myself. It's a screwed up time to realize a thing like that, I know, but for some reason, I've always been the sort of "don't it always seem to go/that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone" type of personality." "Maybe this transition will work because it will force me to lose the very thing that has been keeping my psyche in chains for so long now: control. Perhaps by giving up my narrow repetoire of reacting to the world and forcing myself to adapt to new surroundings, I will break down the barriers that have held me back in the past. Over the years I have carved myself a very confined zone of comfort, and by choosing to release that comfort I am putting myself through one of the greatest trials of my life, but also engaging one of the greatest opportunities to enrich it." Damien Rice says... Older Chests Older chests reveal themselves Like a crack in a wall Starting small, and grow in time And we always seem to need the help Of someone else To mend that shelf Too many books Read me your favourite line Papa went to other lands And he found someone who understands The ticking, and the western man's need to cry He came back the other day, you know Some things in life may change And some things They stay the same Like time, there's always time On my mind So pass me by, I'll be fine Just give me time Older gents sit on the fence With their cap in hand Looking grand They watch their city change Children scream, or so it seems, Louder than before Out of doors, and into stores with bigger names Mama tried to wash their faces But these kids they lost their graces And daddy lost at the races too many times She broke down the other day, yeah you know Some things in life may change But some things they stay the same Like time, there's always time On my mind So pass me by, I'll be fine Just give me time Time, there's always time On my mind Pass me by, I'll be fine Just give me time |
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