no more wordpress

wordpress is pretty cool.. but there’s just something about tumblr…

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so many colours

in this distraction…

your daughter is dead.

There’s a singer-songwriter out there who goes by the name of Hope and has a song called ‘Who am I to Say?’.. You may or may not have heard it, but it’s you’re typical ‘love lost’ type songs. I think it’s just at that point where she’s letting go of any hope that she had of things ever returning to the way things were.

I think hope is a great thing and it’s something that is really necessary to live life. The dictionary says that hope is:

the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best

I like that definition, because, in the end, don’t we all want things to turn out ‘for the best’?

But what should we hope for then?.. Should Ms Hope continue to hope that the ‘love of her life’ will return?

I love the ambiguity of this song. We are not given the context – no details are given about the loss of her love, did he die, did he leave, did she leave… It’s irrelevant, this song is about her letting go of hope, whatever she was hoping for…

I don’t think she should keep hoping that he will return… However, she shouldn’t just stop hoping all together.

I was reading a story a while ago, and it was about a man who’s daughter was dying. He knew about this guy who could heal her, for sure. In fact, he could do a lot of amazing things. So this man did what any father would do, he went to go find this man and get him to do his thing – hoping that he could save his daughter. By the time he found the man and explained the situation, he received the news that his daughter had passed away. He was devastated, of course. He decided there was no point now and he lost hope. And fair enough right? Death is pretty un-curable right?

…nahhhh. Not for this guy (it’s Jesus by the way…)

So pretty much he askes the guy why he has lost hope. When you think about it, why has he? He is with God, who can do anything. So then the guy kinda realises that he’s a bit silly for thinking that and Jesus goes and raises his daughter from the dead, etc.

So what I’m saying is, where should we put our hope? If this man had instead put his hope in a doctor (especially at that time), or even just hoped that his daughter would make it through, I don’t think this would’ve been the outcome.

As Mumford and Sons put it:

…plant your hope with good seeds
Don’t cover yourself with thistle and weeds…

So where do you put your hope? / What are you hoping for?

greater things are yet to come

that is all :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmC44K0xQLE&feature=fvst

a mess of lyrics

You could be happy, and I won’t know.

Who am i to say?

Don’t you think we ‘ought to know by now?

This thing between my lungs is making me so tired.

We make plans.

Tell me that you’d open your eyes.

So please, please, please, let me, let me, let me….

We knew it’d happen eventually, La, la la la, la la la.

Oh please don’t go.

She is everywhere i go, everyone i see, winter’s gone and i still can’t sleep.

I called you over and asked to dance, but that’s okay…

So here I go, my hands are shaking as I walk so slow to you…

But the sunset never stays, and I’m learning this the hard way…

You could be happy, I hope you are…

ps. goodbye

a beautiful machine

Label Makers, Polaroids, Mi Goreng, Siamese Fighting Fish, Beaches, My Old Phone, My Car, That Whole Suburb, Maccas, Text Messages, Old Movies, Shutter Island, Exams, W.W.J.D. Bands, Solo, Tents, ID Badges, Halo, String, Permanent Markers, Snails, Furbys, The Tide, Phillipians, Farewell Rocketship, Shovels, Modern Family, Overhead Projector Screens, Hand Sanitiser, Spoons, Bananas, Long-Time Exposure, Singing, Summer, Trampolines, Rain, Rope Climbing Things, Dancing, Fireworks, Trees, Dead Flys.

and that’s just a few of the things.

get out of my head.. you beautiful machine…

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I thought I saw you in the summer sky…

You looked at me

and I saw the stars (love, truth, grace, hope, beauty) in your eyes

I thought I heard You

was I out of line?

Or is this Love? (???)

and maybe we’ll find our light…

- adapted from ‘The Summer Sky’ by New Empire

i love the fray

…Breathing comes in pairs
Except for twice
One begins and one’s goodbye

Sixty years of sorrow he got five or six of bliss
Left my mothers mother without so much as a kiss…

- ‘Enough for Now’ by The Fray

…wow

mostly never

why do we never consider the other perspective?
what about the consequences?
or the end when we’re at the beginning?…

 

i'm on a see-saw

 

 

music (part 1)

I love music.

end of post.

…not really.

this is music part 1 because I doubt I’m going to say everything (or even a lot of what) I want to say about music in one post or one spark of inspiration. there is so much to music.. and so many different things I could talk about…

I guess this will be about how music can speak in so many different ways; how this song can speak to me in one way but to her in another way.

I often think about this when writing music.. I must admit.. I’m not very good at it, I don’t quite know how great musicians can manage to incorporate so much ambiguity into their lyrics to make them able to be interpreted differently but to have crazy deep meaning at the same time… they probably don’t even mean to do it… but still.. it’s really cool and I hope that maybe I’ll be able to do that one day.

I love when a song can just speak to me, the moment I hear it. This happened to me at youth group a month or so ago.. It’s been my favourite song ever since because it speaks to me about something that’s so incredibly relevant to me at this point in my life. Ever since I heard it that night I’ve been coming back to it more and more, I guess trying to figure out exactly what it’s trying to say to me.

Maybe music can say so much more than or even something completely different than the artist ever intended…

I find that in this particular song, he is talking directly to me.. this guy actually knows me.. somehow.. he know’s exactly what’s going on in my head and he’s gonna fix me somehow.. that’s what he says.. still don’t quite get how he’s gonna do that since he’s just in a band from London but maybe if I keep listening.. it will click..

Lights will guide me home... apparently