Happy Now

Happy Now
Bon Jovi

What would you say to me?
If I told you I had a dream
If I told you everything
Would you tell me to go back to sleep
Take a look in these tired eyes
They’re coming back to life
I know I can change
Got hope in my veins
I’m telling you I ain’t going back to the pain

Can I be happy now?
Can I let my breath out?
Let me believe
I’m building a dream
Don’t try to drag me down
I just want to scream out loud
Can I be happy now?
Been down on my knees
I learned how to bleed
I’m turnin’ my world around

Can I be happy now?
Can I break free somehow?
I just want to live again
Love again
Pick my pride up off of the ground
I’m ready to pick a fight
Crawl out of the dark to shine a light
I ain’t throwing stones
Got sins of my own
Ain’t everybody just trying to find a way home?

Can I be happy now?
Can I let my breath out?
Let me believe
I’m building a dream
Don’t try to drag me down
I just want to scream out loud
Can I be happy now?
Been down on my knees
I learned how to bleed
I’m turning my world around

You’re born then you die
It’s all gone in a minute
I ain’t looking back
Cause I don’t want to miss it
You better live now
Cause no one’s going to get out alive, alive

Can I be happy now?
Can I let my breath out?
Let me believe
I’m building a dream
Don’t try to drag me down
I just want to scream out loud
Can I be happy now?
Been down on my knees
I learned how to bleed
I’m turning my world around
Can I be happy now?
Ohhhh
I’m turning my world around
Can I be happy now?

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Park Life

Parklife
Written By Blur: Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon.

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)

John’s got brewers droop he gets intimidated
By the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who’s that gut lord marching?
You should cut down on your parklife mate, get some exercise

All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?

I get up when I want except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
(Parklife)

I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too
It gives me a sense of enormous well-being
(Parklife)
And then I’m happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge
There will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Parklife
(Parklife)
Parklife
(Parklife)

It’s got nothing to do with
Vorsprung durch technique you know
(Parklife)
And it’s not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round
(Parklife)

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

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That’s Entertainment

This is one of the most visual songs I can recall. Listening to it or even just reading it always sends me to the place that Weller is describing. Very few songs can do that.

That’s Entertainment

A police car and a screaming siren –
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete –
A baby wailing and stray dog howling –
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking –

That’s entertainment.

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots –
An electric train and a ripped up ‘phone booth –
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tom cat –
Lights going out and a kick in the balls –

That’s entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays –
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday –
Watching the News Ledge and not eating your tea –
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls –

That’s entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning –
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol –
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard –
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays –

That’s entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes –
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume –
A hot summers’ day and sticky black tarmac –
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway –

That’s entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight –
Two lovers missing the tranquillity of solitude –
Getting a cab and travelling on buses –
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs –

That’s entertainment.

Albums: Sound Affects

See Also: Paul Weller Official Website

Wikipedia Paul Weller, The Jam
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Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions.

How far do you let your mind wander? As you got about your day-to-day business, do you allow your mind to follow the path of least resistance? Do you allow it to explore the depths of things usually hidden, searching for answers, searching for questions? Can you sit and listen to music, close your eyes and wonder where your mind will end up? Floating high like a kite, soaring like and eagle, and other cliched metaphors. Reflect on things past. Ponder on things to come.

I do…

The Scientist

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I’ve set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
oh, let’s go back to the start

Running in circles
Comet tails
Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Come tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
All in a rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Comin’ back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m going back to the start…

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There are things in this world that I don’t understand…

I find myself at a strange position in my life. For those of you who know me, and those of you who know me well, I like to think of myself as a relatively creative person. I also think that I am somone whose creativity drifts in the wind of mediocrity. Right here, right now, I have two things going on in my head, two things that have presented themself as fact; I have a story to tell and I have business to build.

The business; there’s not much to tell about this at this stage, other than to say that, for the first time in a very long time, I am absolutley sure it is something I should do.

The story; this is something that has been in my head for some time now. It started as something that I wrote for my creative writing course a few years ago and then morphed into a story that I could tell to Rebekah. Together we have played around with ideas that have helped to shape the concept.

It started like this…

A single streak of daylight dissected the dim room through the curtains

Now, I’ve struggled with the story, not fully understood it, and thus not been able to write it down. However, over the last few weeks it seems to be becoming clearer. The more things I do, the more I read, the more I listen, the more I speak, the more I think, all makes it clearer.

For as long as I have been thinking about this story, there is a phrase that keeps popping into my head. I’ve never written it down, never known how to follow it, never kown what to do with it…

“There are things in this world that I don’t understand..”

It just comes to me, pops in my head, a nagging question that needs a answer, begs for one. if only I knew what the follow up was. I could just find the response needed to write it down. Maybe there are just things in this world that I don’t understand.

I sat reading my book during lunch, listening to my iPod. The statement once more popped into my head. I stopped, looked out of the window to the Candian Geese playing on the lake, and just knew that the book was something that I should do. No longer should, but must.

As I write this Hogarth is singing in my ear…

I have seen this face a thousand times
Every morning of my life
But I never saw these eyes so clear
Free of doubt and pain
Like the whole world has been made again

I don’t know what that means, but it feels like it means something to me, because I just nearly wept, had to take a moment there… Maybe it is so clear to me, maybe I am free of doubt…

I tune in to some friendly voices
Talking bout stupid things.
I cant be left to my imagination.
Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep. – Kate Bush

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