Mystic It's sad that it can't last longer than that short period of time. But while we have it we can only take the biggest advantage of it. The only fact of not knowing someone can make your imagination grow beyond well-known limits. The mystery that gets created between people when they start knowing each other, if they could just hold on to that we all would be much happier... But eventually we'll get to know each other well enough to use that information and fill certain holes we made out of fun doubts, doubts that before you fill them your imagination enjoys by giving many different and entertaining answers. That mystic that can makes us fall in love with little details but the person itself, many different times and continuously, having infatuations is the greatest thing ever and the reason is that it represents a magical wow factor as a bomb tick tack... it won't be long until explodes. Just then that Wow Factor can only be fun for a while 'cause is nothing but all the wrong reasons for us to wish someone to be with us, just because it was the first thing that caught our attention and the same reason why we can't help wanting that someone. Physicals, ways of thinking, movements, life-goals, money, type of people, job, friends, taste, etc.. There are millions of reasons for everyone to say "I want him/her". Is that wow factor objective? No it's not, but is definitely the thing that we hold on to, in order to investigate if that someone represents the right choice or we'll enjoy that mystic 'till it fades. For me infatuations keep me alive and as long as I can, I'll enjoy them to the extreme. Lyrics by Sugarcult I can't take it It's just a paycheck Making arrangements to burn it to the ground I can't fake it When nothing's sacred Making arrangements to burn it to the ground And beauty lies in the ignorant With the sound of selling out to the innocent I can't save us from the outside I can't take it, what I'm told You can't stop it It just started Dead living on the radio I can't save us from the outside I can't take it I won't cooperate Making arrangements to bury it in the ground I can't fake it This station Is going under, so I'll bury this in the ground And beauty lies in the ignorant With the sound of selling out to the innocent I can't save us from the outside I can't take it, what I'm told You can't stop it It just started Dead living on the radio I can't save us from the outside I can't take it It's just a paycheck Making arrangements I can't take it It's just a paycheck Making arrangements I can't take one more day all for I am done I can't bend, this must end, counting back from 3, 2, 1 I can't save us from the outside I can't take it, what I'm told You can't stop it It just started Dead living on the radio I can't save us from the outside I can't save us You can't take us No one gets out alive I can't save us You can't take us No one gets out Define Me Define You There's no need to say that no one can never know someone else completly. Said that I'll write here about how well people know each other and how they develop a very weird tendency of changing the perspective they have of people. (I can read your mind right now, so stop and read) I can say that there're certain someones I know very well, meaning that I can pretty much always predict their reactions, understand their sensations and know this special language to speak to them. We all do that, knowing it or not... here's when things get messy, in that process of organizing friends we know very well, we might define them through our very personal perspective without counting theirs in, see my point? Sure we can know someone well enough to share our perspective to them, of the things they represent or what kind of person they are. But it's sort of subjective sometimes, depending on what level we have that person standing on... As we all know, expectations can be a very nice reason for disappointment since we might expect something from that person just because we have redefined them. Those who know me, always tend to do that... No exceptions. They start receiving information from me and as soon as they put me in a certain level, they define who I am for them, sometimes according with my defination of myself or not. I have no idea why they expect so much from me, I understand that is all for good but it happens that some of my actions might not be correct for their concept of me, and well I guess I let them down... but does that mean I should feel guilty? I know there's a reason for everyone to do this, redefine people they know and that we want to mantain our certain someones in those levels, but when we don't agree with their actions it's neccesary to wonder before moving them from their spaces... It's only when we expect too much when we get more disappointed. I know who I am, you know me and they know me also... And all of you know that there's no need to redefine Ana, if you still hold on to me it means that you're fine with my own defination of myself... Not everybody can say I call them my very special someones, I've made no mistakes with you and the levels you own. Lyrics by You Me At Six You've been looking at me like you've got something to say You got flaws in your step, you're miles away from anything a-a-a-anyway. Lets get to the point, the words that fell off your lips, didn't mean anything; they didn't mean shit, to you or him. But tonight, but tonight, we will be alright; yes the champagne is on ice for you and I. And oh right and oh right, oh we will be alright, because we've got it all, and all thats left inside. Let's just keep on talking. I smell your scent on my skin and the clothes that I wear, it's a thought in my head and I can't shake it, of you and him. Sh-sh-sh-shake it I am at the party too, I am in the room next to you, with your back to the door and your ear to the floor, and you were desperate. But tonight, but tonight, we will be alright; yes the champagne is on ice for you and I. And oh right and oh right, oh we will be alright, because we've got it all, and all thats left inside. Let's just keep on talking. Don't let me down, and don't let me down. And don't let me down, yeah don't let me... Don't let me down. But tonight, but tonight, we will be alright; yes the champagne is on ice for you and I. And oh right and oh right, oh we will be alright, because we've got it all, and all thats left inside. Let's just keep on talking. Emergency Contact If there's something that identify us as unique kind of human beings, is the fact that in a very emotional way we leave marks in other people. As frames in our emotional brain.
Some people can leave bigger marks than others, but what's important to understand is that it's not an ability we all have or learn how to develop, it comes with they way we are and it can't be changed or managed. It's a very interesting investigation to find out what kind of mark we leave and for me, it has been a roller coaster since I remember I knew what all this meant. There has been people coming in and out of my life; I recently found out the way to classify them all... The ones that are here still and the ones that are gone for good. Those who see themselves close to me or attach to me for some reason, are the people that felt my mark deeper than others, and I know exactly who they are and what I mean for them, and maybe the reasons why the don't leave... All this is not something I think about and regard myself feeling superior, it's the opposite: I just feel I can't reach them right so it can be called a friendship. People can come and connect themselves to me taking all they need and I feel ok leaving my mark, but then I'm left alone once more... 'Cause (what this is all about) no one can keep their marks in me long enough by staying beside me the way it should... It works like a gas station and I just don't know how to handle it. I feel attached to some "certain someones" and I feel they don't have a clue, which is why (maybe) I don't get exactly what I need from them... not only the great sensation of leaving my mark but for them to know that I need it to... After all and no matter what, they're my emergency contacts. But as I said before, I'm still looking for the correct way to make it better... The thing is that (as strange as it sounds) is out of my hands. So I'll just consider some my best friends and some my greatest enemies while living this connections and knowing who we are for each other better than you. Lyrics by Kids In Glass Houses And I wish I could sleep But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a week And I've been singing to my feet, yeah But I won't admit defeat til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Will come my way For your information I love my demons Cause they keep me company, yeah I've grown to love my new routine But on my better days Better days, better days Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Enemies And I wish I could speak We spend the last half hour in the back room Celebrating me And now I feel a little cheap, yeah But I won't admit defeat til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday It's not one of my better days Better days, better days Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Enemies So Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more When I grow up, woah Wanna be famous, woah And when you grow up, woah Will you still blame us I wish I could see Ive been tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a bitch of a week, yeah Saturday, saturday, saturday Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Enemies Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more Selective Memory So many processes... It happens that our very special mind has a very interesting tool and is used to classify our memories and thoughts. We don't control it directly, we just think we do. It's not a lie the fact that we are constantly thinking and wondering about anything, but only when we hide things right before our eyes, is when we learn how to remember... We activate our selective memory. Say what? Our mind could be an individual besides us, meaning that we might (and are) able to play with our memories and thoughts, winning sometimes and loosing too. Easy to see when we decide to learn something just because or we want to forget something right now. Our mind feels that command and starts selecting what memories we will hide and which ones we will contemplate for a while.. Moving in and out of the boxes. All memories are selective just because we give our mind the power to give them priority... Until is not necessary to remember anymore... Until we realize that there're memories that went to a fake box and it doesn't feel right bringing them back anymore... Until we know that memories can fade away... In the mean time we have a process that can make us remember only the things we need to think of, knowing the reasons or not... Selective memory that has a power beyond our own wishes. Lyrics by Senses Fail Calling all cars we've got another victim, 'Cause my love has become an affliction, What did you expect from me? What did you expect from me? I'm sorry but I* THINK I failed to mention That I lied at my very first confession What did you expect from me? Well What did you expect from me? 'Cause this has been building since I have been breathing, And I know how it's going to end. So will you scatter my ashes where they won't be found? I kept my word when I swore that I would let you down. (And now that I'm gone) Try to forget me and just move on. So will you scatter my ashes where they won't be found? I kept my word and you hate me for it now, (But you knew all along) Try to forget me and just move on. Oh my dear what have I gone and done now? It's curtain call, I'm about to take my last bow. What did you expect from me? Well what did you expect from me? Without giving away the entire ending, I ruined the evening again. So will you scatter my ashes where they won't be found? I kept my word when I swore that I would let you down. (And now that I'm gone) Try to forget me and just move on. So will you scatter my ashes where they won't be found? I kept my word and you hate me for it now, (But you knew all along) Try to forget me and just move on. I don't, have love left inside, inside. And I don't, have love left inside, inside. Are you desperate for an answer? I don't have an ounce of good left in me now, Thats why I walked out. So will you scatter my ashes where they won't be found? I kept my word when I swore that I would let you down. (And now that I'm gone) Try to forget me and just move on. So will you scatter my ashes where they won't be found? I kept my word and you hate me for it now, (You hate me for it now) Try to forget me and just move on. I am not the one that you should blame, So take what I left you for the pain. I am not the one that you should blame, So take what I left you for the pain. And do your best to forget my name.
Kamikaze Este será tan corto como el propósito del mismo. Lyrics by Liars Academy It's news to me With my head against the wall Feeling beat But not beaten up at all Right now I remember these things That make me think about you Right now I remember these thins They all connect Let me tell you how I feel All excess bleeds through the cracks You lie cheat and steal And you're all used up You lie, this time There's a train Derailing in my brain Once in a while The driver says my name. Better For Me (Unlikely) "No one can see it the same way through the glass"
-A.B. Only you can draw the line that defines what's better for yourself... There will never exits that person that could have the magical power to show you the right way or the correct decision, or maybe that better person you could be. People can only give you choices, and for some of us it takes a long way to realize it for the fact that is easier to wait for someone to make it better... Well it's not like that at all. There's help. I believe that we find help and some kind of energy contained in people or situations near us, but those can only transform into experiences when we make that decision, not because that person or situation leads us into it. Those who believe that, think twice and then see it clearly, nobody can have you do something just because... Manipulation is as big as you let it grow. It's only when we put ourselves in inappropriate situations when we say "well I'd have to blame this..." And when we try to find the strength to get out, we think that this friend is the one that will help us. Could it be so easy? People don't understand that by giving so much power to certain someones they are just desperately looking for conexion, not real help. But wait, do not misunderstand me I do believe in that friend's power, what I don't believe in is that lack of self-authority just because we rather lay everything on someone else's shoulders. That's why sometimes we feel so big for some people, 'cause they feel that without us they could fall... Oh dear, far from true.. Far from right. Is not to push that special help aside, but to know that we are the only owners of our choices and decisions. That only we can define when it's time to make a change or find new perspectives. Also that we never put ourselves into bad situations followed by bad choices without really knowing what we're doing... If not, then consider yourself pretty stupid (you know you're not) And for you, yep you... New things always feel this right... But don't forget that it's better to delay the pleasure than to eat it like candy. Image by: Wal* Lyrics by Trapt Liquid courage pouring down, sober surface hits the ground, the masquerade has started now, and you have faded into the crowd How do you know? How do you know just who your friends are? How do you know when you've gone too far to get high again? You always feel so alone, the real you is never shown. Whose influence, whose influence are you under? So much pressure to fit in, you never know where to begin. Whose influence, whose influence are you under now? Liquid courage pouring down, sober surface can't be found, there's no denial you can drown, but nothing's final so turn around How do you know? How do you know just who your friends are? How do you know when you've gone too far to get high again? You always feel so alone, the real you is never shown. Whose influence, whose influence are you under now? So much pressure to fit in, you never know where to begin. Whose influence, whose influence are you under now? I want this... Do I want this? I want this / I want this Do I want this? / Do I want this? I want this / I want this Do I want this? How do you know? How do you know just who your friends are? How do you know when you've gone too far? You always feel so alone, the real you is never shown. Whose influence, whose influence are you under now? So much pressure to fit in, you never know where to begin. Whose influence, whose influence are you under now? Whose influence, whose influence, whose influence are you under now? Ugly Box For those who don't know this, I believe people organize relations in boxes. I wrote about it here before, so to give a resume: we put all our feelings-memories-sensations and things in those boxes that represent every single relationship we've had, friends and lovers. It happens that we keep those boxes closed for a reason and it's simple: we can't never forget and for that, every once in a while we sit down to meet with those boxes once more just because we thought about someone or we are just feeling nostalgic, then we close them and put them away again in our imaginary storage. But it also happens that some boxes keep to much pain and instead of openning and looking at whatever is inside, we try to forget it exits... Well for me that doesn't help and the reason is that there's a part of me that will always have unfinished issues. Thankfully, I have found the solution for that and is to put those particular boxes away for good, meaning not having them in my storage anymore. It worked but it happened that after I did that, an ugly box got created, it's the darkest box and its content it's even worst: all the things I need to say and I keep to myself. For those who know me you can only imagine the size of that box. And it's not a box I can just push away 'cause I don't control it. If I don't verbalize what is there to say I consume myself. Many things in my mind, many words for much people that I just keep inside to avoid consequences, hating myself for that action, for I believe I should be free to speak my mind without losing something or making someone think I will never be over it... So that ugly box gets bigger every time until I find the way to erase what I keep inside. Because like you once said and showed me: I'm able to get whatever I want. With this it won't be different, the hardest part is done already. Lyrics by Sugarcult Watching your lips move together Nothing's making sense Talk to me Talk to me I don't want to break the silence with the taste of something violent Come to me Come to me I don't believe the lies Reading between the lines I don't belong here any longer I'll be gone this time Watching every move you make I hope you slip I hope this fades away Fades away I get closer with the silent treatment when it hurts to need it when it's hard to leave it Come to me Come to me I don't believe the lies Reading between the lines I don't belong here any longer I'll be gone this time I don't believe the lies This is the last goodbye I don't belong here any longer I'll be gone this time I'm letting go I'm letting go I'm letting go God only knows it's getting harder everyday I don't believe the lies Reading between the lines I don't belong here any longer I'll be gone this time I don't believe the lies This is the last goodbye I don't belong here any longer I'll be gone this time Watching your lips move together Nothing's making sense Talk to me Unwanted Freedom If someone could have the power to make our decisions things might be easier, sometimes...Beautiful freedom that keeps on reminding me how great control could be and all the ways I'm using to make it real, not to lose what I have. Feelings and sensations that turned real in a moment, and went back to lies after some hours. 'Cause when you see what the future might look like, pretending is the only chance to keep it under control and on your side. Loosing has been my curse for a long time and by breaking patterns this time I'm putting a plan in motion: I won't lose it this time. I refuse. I'll start a fight and push everything down to the bottom of this hole just to see myself bringing all back, just because I can, and when words are dying to come out of my mouth all they can wait is disaster, pretty and magical disaster. No one would ever see, listen or understand... One of this days I'll be free to unleash and risk what it's ours, higher beyond this reality. Just to follow what sometimes I hate the most of me: speaking my mind. This undescriptible need of putting situations in order and organizing boxes, I just wish I didn't have to risk so much. I just wish I could put nice thoughts in your mind while I'm saying all that and control your sensations... Things will be just fine. I can't hold us now, crashing down we'll see whatever there is and after hitting the bottom our shared perspectives will rise us up. Higher, 'cause this box is not a real box at all and I just can't understand why. A year ago my heart was broken, and since then the way I feel has never been the same, thanks for that I guess. In this Photo: Waleska. Lyrics by Sugarcult!!! What you wanted couldn't hold us down What we needed turned it's back so Out loud, we're telling your secrets Out loud, to the lovers and thieves Out loud, cause you never experienced This is the side of us nobody sees We're making something beautiful Starting a riot We've got this under our control Starting a fight What you wanted couldn't hold us now What we needed all came crashing down Down, with the lies and cover ups Down down, to the lovers and thieves Down now, cause you never experienced This is the side that I'll never believe in We're making something beautiful Starting a riot We've got this under our control Starting a fight We're making something We're taking nothing We're starting something beautiful Start a riot What you wanted We're making something beautiful Starting a riot We've got this under our control Starting a fight We're making something We're taking nothing We're starting something beautiful Start a riot (hey hey) Riot (hey hey) Riot (hey hey)
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