“…Just listen to the noises, Null and void instead of voices,
before you tell yourself. It's just a different scene.
Remember its just different from what you've seen”
“I'm looking at you through the glass , Don't know how much
time has passed, And all I know is that it feels like forever,
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
Sitting all alone inside your head ….”
A soft, tempting melody by Stone Sour. I’ve just recently started listening to the music after hearing the above song on a friends my space (oh the joys of my space) but it is amazing. It’s haunting and sad, and romantic and one of those songs you get all choked up and teary eyed over.
Songs are one of the strongest things to bring up memories for me. Id hears a hint of a song coming from a store radio and be transported back to a situation. It brings back feelings mostly, how I felt when listening to a song during a situation “Everything’s fine” by seether. Reminds me of being on a bus coming back from Union Street when I was going through stuff with K. used & hurt “Ruins” by Jester. I remember sitting in my doorway hearing my neighbour (who was in the band) play the song… and the haunting loneliness I felt at the time. “My Immortal” Evanescence – lying on my bed with Andrew the first time he stayed over. We had just come back from Sean’s 19th birthday. It was dark. Quiet. And my fairy lights were twinkling above our heads. Magical. One of the happiest nights of my life.
It’s weird. I don’t have a good memory for actual events and details and things, my memories are terrible, which I can’t stand, but have been unable to do much about. I lack significant dates… once offs not recurring (like anniversaries and birthdays, those are fine) and just details. I read once that the human brain only takes in 10% of what is surrounding it. (Sight, sound, touch, etc) because if we felt, noticed, heard everything that was going on we would go mad. If I concentrate, I can feel certain things really intensely. Like the feel of my fingers touching the keys as I type. The sound of the air con, and silence merging in my ears with peoples voices.
Another lunchtime entry, as I don’t do crowds well in the café. I tend to sit alone (L how sad it that) and read the trashy magazines they have in there. Most of them are from late 2005 early 2006. I don’t dare by them myself. I don’t see the point most of the time. I hear too much about who married who, who shaved their head, who cheated on who… in the paper and *gasp* the news. I don’t need to read it voluntarily. Its gets pushed and pushed into us that these people are important and worthy of our time, attention and money. When 99% of the time, it is no the case. Same goes with fashion magazines…. I can’t stand them! That’s probably because I’m not a shopper I suppose. But I just can’t flick through a book which has nothing but clothes shoes and bags in it. I was at GJ with Andrew having coffee yesterday afternoon, and picked up a Lucky magazine sitting discarded on the table next to us. Opened it to a page devoted solely to ‘gold healed shoes’ I showed Andrew and asked “can you tell the difference between any of theses shoes?” he shook his head. Neither could I! I’m a shame to the female species I suppose. Don’t get me wrong I take pride in what I wear and things like that. I just don’t spend hours and hours at a time shopping and trying things on. It drives me crazy.
Anyway I just got an email from a workmate which reminds me that my lunch was over about 2 minutes ago! Back to work :) Hope everyone’s day has gone well
xoxoxo
2 comments:
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Songs are gread that way- invoking memories...one of the reason I love music so much is the intimate connection that each soul has with it.. a personal and completely unique association with the songs.
that indeed is true. i enjoy it. although the songs that make me sad upset me (obvisouly) just cause i feel how i felt when those songs were being listened to.
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