Thursday, August 23, 2007

Poison

What is this power in music? How can it make you feel better just by turning it on? How can it speak for you even when it doesn't say a word? How can it make you cry just because it's so beautiful? How can it make you feel closer to someone who's far away? How can it take you back in time to a different place from the past? How can it remind you of people and places? How can it remind you of feelings? How can it make you feel the feelings you remember because of it? How can it make you meet people because they have the same musical taste that you have? How can it tell you so much about someone? How can it make you forget everything else when you listen to it? How can it make you close your eyes when you're in the middle of the street? How can it make you laugh? How can it make you smile and just feel happy? How can it make a windy day even more perfect? How can it be playing in your head all the time? How can it be inside of you? How can it touch you so deep and make you face things you didn't even know about yourself? How can it poison you?

Compulsion

That desperate need to write, again.

Uh-oh.

Not a good sign. At all.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Forever

Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
Now I've looked in the mirror
And the world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I'm down, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you (I'm just an illusion)
You don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)
Now I've looked in the mirror
And the world's getting clearer
I'll take what you give me
Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me this time
I should've known better
I shouldn't have wasted those days
And afernoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
And I'm gonna make this moment mine
I shouldn't have wasted those days
I'll take what you give me
Please know that I'm learning
I've looked in the mirror
The world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time


Time and I have history. So do Chantal Kreviazuk and I.
When time hadn't gone yet and I hadn't wasted those afternoons and mornings and days Chantal was there already. And Time was there already. On the back of my booklet. Inside my head over and over and over. During that one perfect daybreak back in 2005. So many times making me cry, so many times making me laugh. So many times more making me forget the rest of the world. Being with me on my birthdays. Being my company on my alone moments. After almost three years it still has the same effect on me. The song I can't say "it's one of the songs I love the most" about. Because it's the one song I love the most. From the first time I heard Time until this time, and a long time from now on too.


Have I ever mentioned that one of my life goals is to prove that Chantal Kreviazuk and I are related? Kreviazuk, Humenhuk, go, ukrainian last names!