This is a post I've been wanting to do for quite some time, but I've never gotten around to doing it. Now, I won't post the lyrics and then comment about how I think they "make me feel gooder". It'll just be the lyrics, plain and simple. Oh, and where they came from. That might help. This'll probably become a 2 parter, because there's a lot of powerful things said in songs. It's predominately Goo Goo Dolls songs, but they've got a lot to say, and they say it well. It' late and I can't think well, so I know I'm forgetting some key ones, here's the songs I've got thus far...
Name, by the Goo Goo Dolls
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are
We grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
Reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
Acoustic No. 3 by The Goo Goo Dolls
And she wonders where these dreams go
'Cause the world got in her way
What's the point in ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway
Better Days by the Goo Goo Dolls
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
All These Things That I've Done by the Killers
I am so much older than I can take
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Over and in, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
Fix You by Coldplay (I only chose this as my song because of these lyrics)
When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Name, by the Goo Goo Dolls
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are
We grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
Reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
Acoustic No. 3 by The Goo Goo Dolls
And she wonders where these dreams go
'Cause the world got in her way
What's the point in ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway
Better Days by the Goo Goo Dolls
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
All These Things That I've Done by the Killers
I am so much older than I can take
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Over and in, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
Fix You by Coldplay (I only chose this as my song because of these lyrics)
When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Your romantic fantasies will come true....in bed
3 Comments Published by Elentine on Wednesday, April 19, 2006 at 5:49 PM.
That really has nothing to do with this post, but it was my fortune from my fortune cookie and I thought it was funny. Your really don't even need to add "in bed" to it, it's already implied. So, anyways...
This is the first of my "Let's join hands and be happy!" posts. So...happiness... uhh...Oh!! My mom's back from the east coast, and that means I have the camera back, which means that I can take embarassing pictures of Emily now! BWAHAHAHA!!
Behold!! Her majesty, Emily!
And you really must see the boots...
I think they kinda look like those really ugly fuzzy boots that everyone was wearing for a while. I think they were called Ugz, or something. Well, whatever they were called, she'd got them now. I'm sure the teasings of the neighborhood cats, who once held her in high esteem, is pretty brutal.
This is the first of my "Let's join hands and be happy!" posts. So...happiness... uhh...Oh!! My mom's back from the east coast, and that means I have the camera back, which means that I can take embarassing pictures of Emily now! BWAHAHAHA!!
Behold!! Her majesty, Emily!
And you really must see the boots...
I think they kinda look like those really ugly fuzzy boots that everyone was wearing for a while. I think they were called Ugz, or something. Well, whatever they were called, she'd got them now. I'm sure the teasings of the neighborhood cats, who once held her in high esteem, is pretty brutal.
How do you pick up the threads of an old life?
0 Comments Published by Elentine on Thursday, April 13, 2006 at 8:17 PM.
I was scanning over my blog, and I've noticed that it's incredibly depressing. I'm really not a depressing person, but whenever I'm given the chance to mull over the events of the day, my sadder side just...pops up. So, I'm gonna try and lighten the mood...just not in this post. I'm again listening to LotR music, which always brings out the nastalgic side of me, and, ultimately, the depressed side. They're movies that I feel a sincere bond with. They came to me during a time when I'd lost all I had to believe in. I had ultimately given up. A few nights ago, I wrote this...
I couldn't help but have glassy eyes throughout the whole movie, because it came to me in a time when I did not just want something to believe in, I needed something to believe in. THere was one part, though, that cuts deeper than anything else...
It was well into your 7th grade year, but the events of 6th grade still hung fresh in my mind. How I tried to banish them! I wanted to be like everyone else. I should be like everyone else! I had always enjoyed being defferent, but not like that. The tumor may be gone, but its presense can't be forgotten, though I've tried. There's forever a wall lingering between me and the rest of the world. All these years of pecking at it, I feel it has come down enough to be "normal". But some hurts go too deep, and simply cannot be banished.
I tend to shy away from this subject. Cancer, I mean, not LotR. I feel too...I don't know, self important and self pitying when I mention it. It's an odd reaction. I don't know why I feel that way. I'm sure I shouldn't. It happened. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Or maybe it is.
It was a dark time for me. No one should be thrown into a depression at that age. We should be living, laughing, doing. When you're 11 or 12, death should not even be in mind, yet it often haunted mine. How could it not? I had only heard of cancer on the news, and I had mostly heard of people dying from it. I was frightened. Hell, I'm still frightened. I'm not in the clear yet. While I try to be as jovial as I can, not so much for me but for others, but at the end of the day, I can assure you a smile is rarely on my face.
Frodo said one more thing that was all too relatable. Speaking about his scar he said, "It's been four years to the day since Weathertop, Sam. It's never really healed." Every now and then, the scar on my chest will ache for a minute or two. I'm sure it's saying, "This is who your are now. Don't forget it."
I couldn't help but have glassy eyes throughout the whole movie, because it came to me in a time when I did not just want something to believe in, I needed something to believe in. THere was one part, though, that cuts deeper than anything else...
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand. There is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep. That have taken hold.
It was well into your 7th grade year, but the events of 6th grade still hung fresh in my mind. How I tried to banish them! I wanted to be like everyone else. I should be like everyone else! I had always enjoyed being defferent, but not like that. The tumor may be gone, but its presense can't be forgotten, though I've tried. There's forever a wall lingering between me and the rest of the world. All these years of pecking at it, I feel it has come down enough to be "normal". But some hurts go too deep, and simply cannot be banished.
I tend to shy away from this subject. Cancer, I mean, not LotR. I feel too...I don't know, self important and self pitying when I mention it. It's an odd reaction. I don't know why I feel that way. I'm sure I shouldn't. It happened. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Or maybe it is.
It was a dark time for me. No one should be thrown into a depression at that age. We should be living, laughing, doing. When you're 11 or 12, death should not even be in mind, yet it often haunted mine. How could it not? I had only heard of cancer on the news, and I had mostly heard of people dying from it. I was frightened. Hell, I'm still frightened. I'm not in the clear yet. While I try to be as jovial as I can, not so much for me but for others, but at the end of the day, I can assure you a smile is rarely on my face.
Frodo said one more thing that was all too relatable. Speaking about his scar he said, "It's been four years to the day since Weathertop, Sam. It's never really healed." Every now and then, the scar on my chest will ache for a minute or two. I'm sure it's saying, "This is who your are now. Don't forget it."
Originally, I had this posted on my secret, private blog. After all, it's something quite personal, but what's there to hide? It's nothing to be ashamed of, so why cover it up? Anyway, I love PostSecret. These people say what I'd never admit myself. These are the ones posted this week that I find really relate to me...
This one's definately me...
I wish this one was me...
This one's definately me...
I wish this one was me...
Wow, ok...I guess the jig is up. For some of us. I'm sitting in journalism, bored (as usual), and I wanted to read your blogs, yet lo and behold, the school has finally blocked them. Only some of them, though, which is what I find strange. I can go to mine and Scott's, but no others. Grrr!! I tried the IP address, but that didn't work either. I don't know what's going on! And for mine to not be blocked? That's just wierd. After all, I think I'm the only one to have a post titled "Fuck". I don't think it's because I go to them too much. I visit mine way more than I visit yours when I'm at school. My fellow friends, I'm afraid our blogosphere is under attack.
So, you think I'm a good writer...Adventures in Nostalgia Pt. 1
3 Comments Published by Elentine on Tuesday, April 04, 2006 at 8:55 PM.
Yes, I believe I'm a pretty good writer. Until I saw my 3rd grade journal. This is part 1 of the nostalgia series (modern day comments are in italic)...
Written 10/22/99, Title: The Evil Wizard and a Witch
First off, I'm writing this exactly how I wrote it, spelling errors and all...Once upon a time there was an evil wizard named James (I had a major crush on him that year) and a witch named Samantha. The witch was very nice and did good deads (let the spelling errors begin!) to all. Once the evil wizard cast an evil spell over the whole kingdom. Everone started to act mean. The whole kingdom even the king said the good witch had to get out of town. If the good witch didn't get out of town the witch would be fourst (o_O) to go into the dragons lair. So the witch got out of town. The wizard made the king give him the crown. James the evil wizard was now known as James the great (for those who knew James, I think I captured his ego pretty well). The witch on the other hand was thinking of a way to undo the spell. The wizards power was a little better than the witch's power so teh witch had to think really good. The witch didn't know if she should go back to the kingdom or not. The good witch thought and thought and than finaly she made up her mind. The good witch decided to go back to the kingdom. (I'm not sure if this was supposed to be a paragraph, but since this one's so lengthly, I'm gonna say it is)
She new she was taking a rist of getting barbaquedbut (really, there wasn't a space there!) she was willing to take that risk (why, I don't know...). So when she went back, the whole evil kingdom played a trick but the witch didn't know it was a trick. So the witch thought everything was back to normal but than a giant new came down on her-just as Jamse had planed. The wizard took (brace for the sudden random name change...) Sarah to the dungeon just as the good witch had pla??ned (there were some random characters thrown in there. $5 to the person who can decipher them). The witch used her magic al powers to unlock the gate. The witch was free! Sarah (I didn't even catch myself the second time!) told James to fight but James rand and got in his secret rocket and froze himslef all the way to the 90's (now we know when I first saw Austin Powers). So did Sarah. What whil hapen to James and Sarah? Only the fucher (not a word you want to mispronounce) wil tell us. (I kid you not, there was a heart drawn around that period)
If you've gotten to the end, thou art a brave one. Please, leave a comment so I know who deserves a piece of my imaginary pie.
Written 10/22/99, Title: The Evil Wizard and a Witch
First off, I'm writing this exactly how I wrote it, spelling errors and all...Once upon a time there was an evil wizard named James (I had a major crush on him that year) and a witch named Samantha. The witch was very nice and did good deads (let the spelling errors begin!) to all. Once the evil wizard cast an evil spell over the whole kingdom. Everone started to act mean. The whole kingdom even the king said the good witch had to get out of town. If the good witch didn't get out of town the witch would be fourst (o_O) to go into the dragons lair. So the witch got out of town. The wizard made the king give him the crown. James the evil wizard was now known as James the great (for those who knew James, I think I captured his ego pretty well). The witch on the other hand was thinking of a way to undo the spell. The wizards power was a little better than the witch's power so teh witch had to think really good. The witch didn't know if she should go back to the kingdom or not. The good witch thought and thought and than finaly she made up her mind. The good witch decided to go back to the kingdom. (I'm not sure if this was supposed to be a paragraph, but since this one's so lengthly, I'm gonna say it is)
She new she was taking a rist of getting barbaquedbut (really, there wasn't a space there!) she was willing to take that risk (why, I don't know...). So when she went back, the whole evil kingdom played a trick but the witch didn't know it was a trick. So the witch thought everything was back to normal but than a giant new came down on her-just as Jamse had planed. The wizard took (brace for the sudden random name change...) Sarah to the dungeon just as the good witch had pla??ned (there were some random characters thrown in there. $5 to the person who can decipher them). The witch used her magic al powers to unlock the gate. The witch was free! Sarah (I didn't even catch myself the second time!) told James to fight but James rand and got in his secret rocket and froze himslef all the way to the 90's (now we know when I first saw Austin Powers). So did Sarah. What whil hapen to James and Sarah? Only the fucher (not a word you want to mispronounce) wil tell us. (I kid you not, there was a heart drawn around that period)
If you've gotten to the end, thou art a brave one. Please, leave a comment so I know who deserves a piece of my imaginary pie.
