Been spending so much time underground
I guess my eyes adjusted
To the lack of light
I got
Covered in darkness
Covered in darkness
I have been waiting
Always waiting for something new
Happiness has always ended
In the blink of an eye
There was no one attending
No one attending
It doesn’t really matter where it all began
All I know
I got covered in darkness
Covered in darkness Ever wonder why I never really truly connect
Although my eyes are open
I can hold your gaze
But I am never connected
Never connected
I am famous for my generosity
They say I am the kindest
But it is easier to
Give than receive love
Give than receive love
It doesn’t really matter where it all began
All I know
I was covered in darkness
Covered in darkness
Turning pages over
Run away to nowhere
And it’s hard to take control
When your enemy’s old and afraid of you
You’ll discover that the monster you were running from
Is the monster in you
Better to hold on to love
Better to hold on to love
Change will come
It doesn’t really matter where it all began
All I know
I was covered in darkness
Covered in darkness
It doesn’t really matter where it all began
Cuz all I know
I was lost
I was lost
No, no
It doesn’t really matter where it all began no no
All I know
I was lost
I feel lost
Lost
No…
N-am curaj sa respir, imi spun.
Tresar in mine firmituri si vise,
Pahare, cioburi, oale prinse,
Farame dintre ieri si-acum.
Totul ma-ndeamna sa pasesc,
Casa, pamant si cer si nori,
Dar eu parca-am uitat cum e sa zbori
Si dupa pietre tot cersesc.
De frica de nimic si tot,
Nici sa astept ziua de maine nu mai pot.
Poets of the Fall couldn’t have picked a better name. I was in awe, yet again, listening to their wonderful songs and music – „Given and Denied” on my way home and „Cradled in Love” when I returned to Bucharest.
This band never fails to amaze me, never fails to deliver pure feelings and emotions, through their music and especially with the help their beautifully written lyrics.
I wish I could bold all of their lyrics, but that would be tiring for the naked eye.
I will list the lyrics I love the most this time of the year, as found on their official website, and I will try to contain myself when underlining the most wonderful parts, lyrically and musically wise. Enjoy!
Ps: I really love going back home, where people are nice and helpful.
Poets of the Fall – Given and Denied
Which way to the fountain of my youth I wonder
Which way to the years I’ve let go by
Let a thirsty man drink in its memories while the water still flows sweet and crystal clear
For yesteryear
Oh to see the sun’s eclipse
on the horizon like ships
sailing way away from here
Oh just one more time my dear
Before I’ll go hear me out
Cos of this there ain’t no doubt
When it’s time for curtain call
Just before the shadows…
Fall like a leaf in the wind on the ocean
Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater
With symphonies playing in the world without sound
We’re given and denied
Give me back my innocence cos I wish to dream again
Like I never outgrew my old playground
Where the sun sets slowly with a golden crown and the leaves sing lullabies ‘round vacant swings
Give me those wings
Let me fly once again
Like I did way back when
I would gamble and win
To lift me high above the din
Of the future we see
Does it hold something for me
I’m weightless again
Just before the shadows…
Fall like a leaf in the wind…
Before I’ll go hear me out
Cos of this there ain’t no doubt
When it’s time for curtain call
Just before the shadows…
Fall like a leaf in the wind…
Poets of the Fall – Cradled in Love
You had the blue note sapphire eyes, to back up all those gazes
To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places
Told me I’ll never be alone, cos you’re right there
We took a gamble with this love, like sailing to the storm
With the waves rushing over to take us, we were battling against the tide You were my beacon of salvation, I was your starlight
So don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive cradled in love
Don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive cradled in love
I kept the love you gave me alive, and now I carry it with me
I know it’s just a tear drop from mother earth, but in it I can hear a dolphin sing
Telling me I’ll never be alone, I know you’re right there
So with the fire still burning bright, I wanna gaze into your light
If I could see my fortune there, you know how flames can hypnotize
Do I even dare to speak out your name for fear it sounds like, like a lover
So don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive cradled in love
Don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive
Cradled in love
PPS: I still haven’t seen the video for „Cradled in Love”. I am an awful fan, I know, but the music is too beautiful, I think I am kinda afraid of seing the video and it ruining the song for me.
And yes, I know that people are getting tired of my obsession regading the Poets, or maybe Angels and Airwaves, or even Glee, for God’s sake, but that’s just me. Obsessed until the end and beyond!
De eram epigramist,
Toata ziua stăteam trist,
Căci știind doar proștii,
Nervii mei erau și-ai voștri.
Dar asa, eu sunt poetă,
Blajină și circumspectă,
Mă inspir din flori și stele,
Nu din gandurile mele.
My story, as I know it, might end today; my thoughts are always lost, always dirty, always mean. My life was never good enough, I was never good enough.
Trust is like a mirror, she said.
E ciudat cum, dupa un an in care nu m-am gandit deloc la asta (am un articol in draft), ma loveste gandul fix in seara asta.
Lumea mea un amalgam de chestii si oameni, ganduri si emotii, cadouri si bucurii, multe meritate, sau nemeritate. Nu m-am hotarat inca.
Trust is like a mirror, she said.
Am spart-o sau nu, e doar crapata si atat? Nici nu stiu stadiul in care e.
Si daca l-as sti, cu ce m-ar ajuta?
Adica, din tot ce-am fost si-am devenit, nu sunt nimic si sunt doar crapaturi?
Ma sufla vantul in ceafa. Ma indreapta spee directii necunoscute, de care mi-e frica.
Oare ce cale sa aleg? E ca si cum cuvintele nu au directie si sentimentele nu au sens.
Oare asa a fost dintotdeauna?
I am a sucker for bad boys, every girl is, in a certain way. Mine is that I like my bad boys in films and books, but only if they have a softer side.
I am amazed how many people consider Merle from The Walking Dead awesome, when he looks and sounds just like that drunken uncle that did stuff to you when you were 7.
I am in awe how many people used to like Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, even more than they liked Angel, the original vampire with a soul.
I am surprised to see people liking Eric and Pam from True Blood, as well as the numbers of people who like Hank Moody (men and women alike) from Californication and House from House, MD.
I just look at The Walking Dead, when Rick the Sherrif starts to act all crazy badass and people seem to love him more and more.
The Walking Dead had its share of crazy dudes and also dudettes, but while the women were bashed constantly, Shane and Daryl and Merle were always on top.
As I said, I like my share of rude boys, but please, show some soul, guys. I could never like the Governor, he’s batshit crazy. Merle looks like a recovering alcoholic. Hank Moody is a waste of time.
Jax from Sons of Anarchy could be a good thing. Spike was funny before and after receiving a soul. Vex, from Lost Girl, is funny as hell, though only recurring.
Don’t give me that crap with Bill from True Blood, or Sam. Give us Eric or Alcide, they are worth the trouble. Give us Damon or Klaus, but give us something!
