space dye vest
Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
love in a space-dye vest
Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
a pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start
"But he's the sort who can't know
anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
He doesn't know what a woman is.
He wants you for a possession, something to look at
like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. He doesn't want
you to be real, or to think or to live.
He doesn't love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and
feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.
It's our last chance... It's our last chance..."
Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
as long as she stays on the page
This is not how I want it to end
And I'll never be open again
"...I was gonna move out...ummm...get,
get a job, get my own place, ummm,
but... I go into the mall where I
want to work and they tell me, I'm,
I was too young..."
"Some people, gave advice before,
about facing the facts, about
facing reality. And this is, this
without a doubt, is his biggest
challenge ever. He's going to have to face it.
You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try
and, uh, and, and, and get some help here.
I mean no one can say they know how he feels."
"That, so they say that, in ya know
like, Houston or something, you'd
say it's a hundred and eighty degrees,
but it's a dry heat.
In Houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool."
There's no one to take my blame
if they wanted to
There's nothing to keep me sane
and it's all the same to you
There's nowhere to set my aim
so I'm everywhere
Never come near me again
do you really think I need you
I'll never be open again,
I could never be open again.
I'll never be open again,
I could never be open again.
And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
And I'll never be open again
And I'll have no more dreams to defend
And I'll never be open again
***
The last best work of Kevin Moore (Dreamtheaters' keyboardist), before leaving that progressive-metal-band. It is said that Kevin wrote this song after seeing a picture of a girl who presents a big dye vest (space-dye vest) in some catalogue, reminding about his girl who left him.
I can feel the agony soaring from the tone..
6 pendapat:
why when I see your lips smile, the eyes don't come along?
ps: u know what? i'm in the office, turning up my MP3 player in shuffle mode. when i'm finished reading up to 'the tone...', it played this song too.
:D
seperti kata seseorang,
We were presented with an opportunity the other day. Well, it's only a possibility now, but it's a possibility that might turn into an opportunity that we cannot resist.
If and when it happens, we will absolutely take it. Afterall, what is life without a challenge?
I like it.. :p
wis tho.. pokoke nyambung!!! XD
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