When it comes to music, the lyrics should count in the rating of the song. Not to forget the artist's talent in writing the music.
Some of the songs that I enjoyed most and still do has to be from Fuel. Songs like "Hemmorhage" or "Bad Day" aren't easily dragged off ur mind. These songs awake my imagination all over again. HIM has to be on my fave bands list. " In Joy and Sorrow", "Poison Girl", "pretending", "Sacrement" among others keep on influencing me and I can even say they can be the direct reason why I am so sensitive.
Maybe I am nostalgic, and the claims that I don't want to go back are evidently false. I still can't understand what went wrong, I tried, i really tried with much effort not to regret. I did the best I can possibly do, I even wrote letters to my future self detailing the reasons why things just couldn't get any better... But here I am thinking about how to make the past in my reach. My fear of turning to a pessimist is growing bigger, as the voices of disappointment are becoming closer. I'm leaning back more day after day without any solutions. Yet again, maybe love will change my life. As contrast to all the claims roaming around me, I will still believe that it will be the turning point in my life coz it simply has to be. I don't want to change, I love all what I have become and all what I have been through but from looking where I'm drowning into I see I just have to change. In my states of absolute anguish such as this I'm proud to say that music is the accompanying me, sometimes singing my despair, and sometimes envisioning me hope.
I'm sorry I forgot the point of this thread. Don't post anything till it comes back to me. thanks
Jenny
Some of the songs that I enjoyed most and still do has to be from Fuel. Songs like "Hemmorhage" or "Bad Day" aren't easily dragged off ur mind. These songs awake my imagination all over again. HIM has to be on my fave bands list. " In Joy and Sorrow", "Poison Girl", "pretending", "Sacrement" among others keep on influencing me and I can even say they can be the direct reason why I am so sensitive.
Maybe I am nostalgic, and the claims that I don't want to go back are evidently false. I still can't understand what went wrong, I tried, i really tried with much effort not to regret. I did the best I can possibly do, I even wrote letters to my future self detailing the reasons why things just couldn't get any better... But here I am thinking about how to make the past in my reach. My fear of turning to a pessimist is growing bigger, as the voices of disappointment are becoming closer. I'm leaning back more day after day without any solutions. Yet again, maybe love will change my life. As contrast to all the claims roaming around me, I will still believe that it will be the turning point in my life coz it simply has to be. I don't want to change, I love all what I have become and all what I have been through but from looking where I'm drowning into I see I just have to change. In my states of absolute anguish such as this I'm proud to say that music is the accompanying me, sometimes singing my despair, and sometimes envisioning me hope.
I'm sorry I forgot the point of this thread. Don't post anything till it comes back to me. thanks
Jenny
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