Children of the Revolution

Switch on the news,
load any news website,
turn on the radio.
It's there,
right in front of you.
Do you hear the people screaming?
Do you hear the people demanding change?
Do you hear the people fighting for their rights?
They are everywhere,
they have had enough.
Blood.
Tears.
Pain.
Hoping for a better future.
Fighting for a better future.
It's their time,
lets hope something good comes out of it.
The world could need some good news.





You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know that you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right

You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We'd all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know
We're doing what we can
But when you want money
for people with minds that hate
All I can tell is brother you have to wait
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right

You say you'll change the constitution
Well, you know
We all want to change your head
You tell me it's the institution
Well, you know
You better free you mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right



I'm not gonna tell you what song this is, you should know that already. If not, then you need to update your music knowledge. True classics like this one shouldn't need an introduction.

Beautiful

The moon sheds light across the end of the bed.
You made me wait but now i'm touching your leg.
And i remember all the little things you said,
"quesadillas, made with cheese" and "a rock band who went japanese."
So for once in my life, i saw what i wanted and took a bite.
I picked the fruit from the tree and it was ripe.
Your love got big, your drugs got worse each afternoon.
Like bacon at a bah mitzvah, like a lead balloon.
And who's to say what really happened in that room each day?
I was looking for a bride, you were looking for a groom.
So for once in your life, you saw what you wanted and you took a bite.
You picked the fruit from the tree and it was ripe.
And all you people are the heroes i'd known.
We're staring off the edge into the unknown.
We are not there yet but we cannot go home.
So we cry, and we sing.
Yeah, i remember everything.
For once in our lives, we saw what we wanted and took a bite.
We picked the fruit from the tree.
And it was ripe.

Some songs just stick in your head,
this is definitely one of those.
Ripe, by Ben Lee.

What if?

People say that your choices shape your life.
Everything you've gone through, the good's and the bad's,
have taken you to this very moment.
If you say you wish you could change one thing of your past,
it would mean changing everything you are today.
Because without that one event, you might not have ended up here.

If I could, I'd change it all.
If I could have you alive,
it wouldn't matter anymore.
I'd give it all up, who I am.
Just to have you in this world.

You shaped me, through your disease.
I am who I am because of it,
and most days I agree with it.
Most days I'm grateful for all the choices I've made,
that they've taken me to where I am.
But never, never will I be grateful for what you have taught me.
I would be willing to forget it all,
forget what it's like to live with a never-ending ache.
Forget what it's like to be surrounded by darkness.
Forget what it's like to survive the unthinkable.

They say life makes you strong,
that going through unbearable things you learn you will survive anything.
And yes, I know that I will survive the most horrible things,
because I already have gone through it all.

But trust me when I say,
I would change it all in an instant if I could have you back here.
If I could hear you laugh,
see you grow old,
plan your future,
live your life.
I'd go back, and change who I am.

But I can't.
So instead I get to live with "what if's?"
But atleast I got to live,
while you didn't.
I get to live,
you don't.

Six years. Five months,

They called me up to see if I had heard
about the accident
the accident of a girl sick with the world

This isn't news, it's all old stuff
underneath and above us
one arrives and one takes off
but Let's Not Fall Apart!
oh, silence, my heart

all the things I did with you and all the
things we'll never do
I saw the sun come up/fall down
the days were fast, but time
was much too slow

some pretty concrete-sky
was blackening my eyes
I stood here and I tried to scream, but what came out
well, not much of the things I meant to do
with my life

efficiency above all
get yourself free by following a plot
you wake & eat & sleep & wake until it's much too late

now finally I see
how easy it would be
to get the world off of me
and get the spies out from the windows
and lift myself above the rooftops
to leace and to never return
I waited my whole life for this answer

all the things I did with you and all the
things we'll never do
I saw the sun come up/fall down
the days were fast, but time
was much too slow

-David & the Citizens. Oh how wonderful they are.

They say time heals all wounds. They say that it will get easier.
So why is there still a stabbing pain in my heart?
Why do I wake up with tears on my cheeks after having seen you in my dreams?
Life's not fair, I know that.
But this, this is just cruel if you ask me.

Ray of light

And just as you think the clouds will never disperse,
a light shines through and sends a message of hope.

A deserted island

I close my eyes and see your faces.
My wonderful parents,
and amazing brother.
My cousins whom are more like brothers.
My dear math geek friend, whom I haven't seen for several years.
You, who changed me for ever and whom I will never see again.
My best friend struggling through life with me.
My oldest friend, always and forever the girl next door.
You, whom I never talk to, or see anymore, but whom followed me through my moves and was always there.
New faces enter as well.
People I consider family.
You, whom I shared endless conversations with that kept me going when things were at its worst.
And you, whom I will never forget, but probably never see again.
My dear German, who knows everything there is to know.
My hero, whom left me years ago but I still see in my dreams.

I wish I could place you all on a deserted island, together, forever.
I'm sick of missing the people I love.

One phone call

She looked at her phone, wishing it would ring. Just once would be enough. Or just a text even. She had been good, looking back on the last few weeks. But it would be nice, if just this once, someone else would take the step. She glanced toward the phone again, trying no to look, knowing nothing had changed. But she kept hoping. Wishing. For that one phone call. And when it comes, she knows she will live off it for weeks to come. But as the time passes silently by, the hope gets smaller and smaller. And she sinks deeper and deeper.

The ultimate paradox

Looking back I can't say when it all began. Usually I know the answer. Most things began on that day now many years ago. The day everything changed. But not this, this came later. D Day rather had the opposite effect thinking back. During those years of tears, loss, pain and close friendships this strange feeling was never present. I sought what I no longer can deal with. It's strange, isn't it? How you can change so drastically without even noticing. I've become so used to being able to pin point the day. Now I can't. But never the less, it's present. Always. Everywhere. And what does it matter when it started? Isn't it more relevant to know when it ends?

It hits when I expect it. Which is funny since nothing ever used to. But now I can see it ahead of time. I can walk into a room knowing it will hit. I can know days in advance. It's a never ending battle, that I often lose. You probably can't see it. Or maybe you can. Maybe I don't give you enough credit. I probably don't. I try so hard not to show it, while at the same time screaming for you to know. It's the ultimate paradox. How to keep something hidden, while wanting to talk about it. Wanting to be left alone, while wanting to be with you. Wanting to be ignored, while wanting you to see it all.

It makes it difficult. I know.

See the moment

It's difficult. Knowing what to say, and when. Not wanting to step on any toes, but not wanting to seem clueless. How to let someone know that they see, without making it too obvious. How do you say 'I care' when you never have the time for it? The moment rarely comes, running around in this crazy world there isn't much time left. So when the moment does appear, grasp it and don't let go. It's all it takes. To make someone feel.

Facts

The best cure is always sleep. It's the only way to escape it all.



Unless your dreams haunt you and sleep feels worse than being awake...

Hope

The sky was clear, and the stars shining bright. It was strange, thinking that not long ago those stars was all she had had. She would look at them and think that as long as they were up there, there was hope. For nothing is ever completely dark when there are stars in the sky. Things had changed. She looked up at the stars with a faint smile. They were welcomed, and calming. They made her breath slow down just a little bit, made her steps just a little bit slower and the world came to a halting pace. It was serenity. She knew now that the stars in the sky were not the only stars she could see. They were all around her. Watching her, caring for her. It hadn't taken much, but it had taken a long time. The process had been slow. And it was not over yet. But as she looked at those stars, she knew there was hope, even for her.