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Jazzey

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Lhasa de sela "La Mar?e Haute"

( rough translation)

The road is singing when I'm leaving
I take three steps, and the road quiets.

The road is dark, for as far as the eyes can see
I take three steps and the road ends.

At high tide, I climb
The head is full (of ideas) but the heart doesn't feel enough

At high tide, I climb
The head is full, but the heart doesn't feel enough

Hands of lace, wooden figure
body of brick and eyes that sting.

Hands of lace, wooden figure
I take three steps and you are there.

At hight tide, I climb
The head is full but the heart doesn't feel enough
At high tide, I climb
The head is full but the heart doesn't feel enough.

It sounds like a very dark song, but it's beautiful and full of emotion.
 

Jazzey

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I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
but she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls are continually changed

And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to think (SEE)
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Ooh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man
looking out for every girl
You are the guide and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f38Ne96R3iE
 

Fiver

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Raising my glass to wherever my dad is right now, because he did it right. (And yeah, wiping away some tears, too.) Thanks, J.
 

Andy

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Jann Arden Hanging by a Thread

When I cry, I close my eyes
And every tear falls down inside
And I pray with all my might
That I will find my heart in someone's arms
When I cry, cry

When I cry
When I am sad I think of every awful thing I ever did
Oh when I cry, there is no love,
No there is nothing that can comfort me enough
When I cry,
Cry, cry

The salt inside my body ruins everyone I come close to
My hands are barely holding up my head
I am so tired of looking at my feet
Or all the secrets that I keep

My heart is barely hangin' by a thread
Hangin' by a thread

Oh look at me
At all i've done
I've lost so many things that I so dearly love
I lost my soul
I lost my pride
Oh I lost any hope of having a sweet life
So I cry,
Cry, cry

Oh the salt inside my body ruins everyone I come close to
My hands are barely holding up my head
Oh I'm so tired of looking at my feet
And all the secrets that I keep
My heart is barely hangin' by a thread
Hangin' by a thread

YouTube - Jann Arden - Hanging By A Thread: Album Version /w Intro
 

Jazzey

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I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
The best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it's only life after all
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I'm crawling on your shore.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper
And I was free.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
I went in seeking clarity.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.

We go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

YouTube - Indigo Girls - Closer To Fine
 

Jazzey

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:) It is, really, only life. :)

And this is my favorite part:

There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
 

Fiver

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Exactly. The answer is not always necessarily the one you are brought up to believe as true. There are many answers that satisfy the question. Sometimes the answer is that it's okay to colour outside of the lines.

Ultimately, the answer is whatever allows you peace. If it's what you have always been told is truth, then there's your answer. If peace of mind means you need to discover what happens if you don't colour neatly between the lines, then you need to find out if that's your answer.

Nobody said it was easy. But it's always worth it to find out.
 

Fiver

Member
Inside the lines is always safe. But staying between the lines doesn't necessarily answer your questions, nor does it necessarily enrich your life -- unless you're playing softball.
 
I was taught that only by not trying too hard to look , we can see, poetry and music touch a part of our intuitive thinking which we understand without knowing.
 

Grace

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I looked to myself and I saw someone else;
I waited to meet her, but she didn't come.
She sent someone else with a note.

What it said in the note was a message of hope,
It said wait, you've got time, you'll be fine.
I was fine for a time, and I waited.

She sent spiders and cobwebs and musty old things
And pictures of her - she was fine.
She was living the life that ought to be mine,
But she never forgot I was waiting.

I sent back the cobwebs, and spiders and things
To remind her of me - and she came.
She met me: not shining, or full of good life,
But covered in cobwebs and shame.

So she did come to meet me, although very late;
Now, we are mouldy and old.
The messenger says she still has the note
That brings hope - and we're waiting.

by me :eek: (No video; I dance better than I sing!)

I love this:
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
It made me cry - something I find very hard to do!
So, naturally, I loved this too;
When I cry
When I am sad I think of every awful thing I ever did
Oh when I cry, there is no love,
No there is nothing that can comfort me enough
When I cry,
Cry, cry

The salt inside my body ruins everyone I come close to
My hands are barely holding up my head
I am so tired of looking at my feet
Or all the secrets that I keep

Thanks for that :hug:
Grace
 

Jazzey

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Lost touch with my soul
I had no where to turn
I had no where to go
Lost sight of my dream,
Thought it would be the end of me
I thought I’d never make it through
I had no hope to hold on to,
I thought I would break

I didn’t know my own strength
And I crashed down, and I tumbled
But I did not crumble
I got through all the pain
I didn’t know my own strength
Survived my darkest hour
My faith kept me alive
I picked myself back up
Hold my head up high
I was not built to break
I didn’t know my own strength

Found hope in my heart,
I found the light to life
My way out of the dark
Found all that I need
Here inside of me
I thought I’d never find my way
I thought I’d never lift that weight
I thought I would break

I didn’t know my own strength
And I crashed down, and I tumbled
But I did not crumble
I got through all the pain
I didn’t know my own strength
Survived my darkest hour
My faith kept me alive
I picked myself back up
Hold my head up high
I was not built to break
I didn’t know my own strength

There were so many times I
Wondered how I’d get through the night I
Thought took all I could take

I didn’t know my own strength
And I crashed down, and I tumbled
But I did not crumble
I got through all the pain
I didn’t know my own strength
Survived my darkest hour
My faith kept me alive
I picked myself back up
Hold my head up high
I was not built to break
I didn’t know my own strength

YouTube - Whitney Houston - I Didn't Know My Own Strength
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJnJTyOCj_E

Sober
Kelly Clarkson

And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it's never really over

And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know
It's never really over, no

Wake up

Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better yeah
Three months and I still am

Three months and it's still harder now
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months

Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
 
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Okay, the following song is a 'little' sad but I like the line that says "find someone who is turning and you will come around".

Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the building scrapes the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing
through the window
in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying
in a gutter in the lane,
If you're walking home alone.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.
 

NicNak

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Hi Coccoapuff. This song has beautiful words.

Can you let us know the name of the song and who the artist is?
 

NicNak

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For sure, it's Neil Young and the title is: "Don't Let it Bring you Down"

Sorry about that, I'll remember next time :)

We all seem to really love music here. Now with the title we can listen to it too! :)

Thanks Coccopuff for the lyrics, and Dr Baxter for posting the link to the video.

It is a wonderful song. I love Neil Young! He is a wonderful artist.
 
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