Music I Love, Reflections

Roses – Music

        Some songs are perfect – lyrics, music, voice of the singer. Everything. It speaks to you, touches your heart in a way that you cannot describe!
 
    What I do is not just write the lyrics, I write what and how the song means to me.. I just have to write it down, don’t know why. And after writing and memorizing its every word, every beat, that’s when I feel at peace. Lol. Till then, I’m more or less obsessed with the song. I love to write it down in my own words ‘coz writing brings the subconscious, unconscious thoughts forward. Like some things that I knew but could never put in to words…
 
   It’s the same with this song Roses by Poets of The Fall.[Lyrics are in Bold and my thoughts are in Italics.]

 

 
I’ve walked the distance..
I paid my dues and.. tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real,
held no appeal..

I’ve walked the distance,
so much,
I lost the count
of when this journey started..
I’ve even paid my dues
working hard,
keeping on going no matter how much I hated it..
I thought it was all real,
I thought I knew it all..
the relationship for 6 years
and all I got now are regrets..
Holds no appeal for me now.
None whatsoever..

I’ve been to places..
I’ve seen the tidings..
I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal..

I’ve been to places,
lots of them,
travelled alone a 1000 miles
to save the relationship
that meant so much
but was it an illusion
or a web of lies?!
I’ve seen the good
I’ve seen the bad
I’ve lived a lie, pretending,
pretending to follow the book of rules
that I bought with stolen coins that weren’t even mine..

 

And so I came to gaze upon the stars..
when they were yet unborn..
And consequently, tear at my old scars..
and the mask I had outworn..

And so walking all the distance
in this journey,
I came upon to look at the stars, when they were yet unborn,
at a particular unborn star,
and I kept gazing, looking at it,
and it tore apart my scars,
invisible scars,
and it tore apart my mask that I wore,
and it made me see myself as I was
completely imperfect,
all the pretense gone..
only utter naked truth…

 

So when I’m crying alone..
Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone..
Grow me a garden of Roses…
Paint me the colors of Sky and Rain..
Teach me to speak with their voices..
Show me the Way and I’ll try again…

So when I’m crying alone
in my darkest of moments,
when I feel numb and cold as a dying stone,
when I feel hopeless and despair,
when I’m goin down the spiral of darkness…
Grow me a garden of Roses..
Any colors of roses..
Nature always inspires me, soothes me..
beautiful roses, their fragrance, color and soft petals
along with their thorns would remind me
not to strive to be perfect and be as you are..
Thorns don’t look good but they do protect..
So grow me a garden of Roses..
the nature of life..it grows and wilts,
but before wilting it blooms in full vigor..
 
And paint me the colors of Sky and Rain..
the vast blue sky, clouds and rains,
thunderstorms and wind and lightning..
Paint me their colors,
of happiness and gloom,
of strength and darkness,
of brightness and beauty…
Paint me their colors
and teach me to speak with their voices
in silence and in anger
the sky always shows its colors
its calm and peaceful
and sometimes raging fury of lightning and thunder..
Teach me to be like them,
and when I get lost and tangled,
when I lose my faith,
show me the Way
and I’ll definitely try again…


I’ve heard the rumors, started fires,
I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need..
behold the demons that I freed..
I’ve tried my best at.. wearing the hard hat..
but healing doesn’t seem to happen when you hide away the seed..

I’ve heard the rumors,
heard ’em all…from all sorts of people..
I’ve done lots of sordid and ‘bad’ (or immoral, as they say) things for my own,
being selfish.. for what all I needed..
Look at all those demons that still seem to scurry around..
I’ve tried my best, doing what others wanted,
agreeing to what they say every time,
not giving my opinions, burying my dreams..
But healing doesn’t happen
when you bury your dreams,
when you hide away the seed
that has a full potential of growing into a blooming plant
or a large tree with deep roots…

 

And so I came across the medicine man,
and he showed me what I’d forlorn..
For if I’m stayed it happens by my own hand,
and my own voice full of scorn..

And so I met this medicine man (Nature),
and he showed me what I was about to abandon
my hopes and faith
‘coz I was all full of hopelessness
about to stay in the pit of darkness,
he showed me that if I stayed at the same place where I was,
it would happen again and again..
Mistakes
Fears
insecurities
they all would pounce upon me if I stayed the same way…
And there I saw a ray of hope
and I started walking again
in its direction..

So when I’m crying alone..
Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone..
Grow me a garden of Roses…
Paint me the colors of Sky and Rain..
Teach me to speak with their voices..
Show me the Way and I’ll try again…


Without You I am nothing at all..
And life has the face of a morbid game..
With you nothing seems impossible,
It all seems to fit the frame…

I’m nothing at all
without You (Nature)
Life seems to be a game, a morbid game at that
and everyone wants to win at all costs
no matter how it crushes others
superficiality
showiness
looks
status
power
plotting and scheming
hurting others
and what not!
 
But with You around,
nothing seems impossible,
everything I see seems beautiful
even the imperfectness
it all seems to fit the frame
and all I feel is grateful
for You to be around me
holding my hand
showing me the Way…


So when I’m crying alone..
Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone..
Grow me a garden of Roses…
Paint me the colors of Sky and Rain..
Teach me to speak with their voices..
Show me the Way and I’ll try again…

 

 
 

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