Song Lyric Sunday

How has your week been? Good I hope! Hasn’t it gone past quickly? I can’t believe it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday again. If you’re a music lover and enjoy discovering new tracks and artists or just like connecting with other bloggers why not play along?  Jim Adams kindly provides a prompt each week and this time he has chosen Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer. If you’d like to take part, and I really hope you will, here are some rules for you.

• Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not.
• Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due.
• Make sure you also credit the singer/band and if you desire you can provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
• Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
• Ping back to this post will eventually work, as long as you are being patient, but you can also place your link in the comments if you don’t like to wait.
• Read at least one other person’s blog, so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
• Feel free to suggest future prompts.
• Have fun and enjoy the music.

Here is my choice:

 

I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
‘Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me, I’ve been alone all along

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
You still have all of me, me, me

Songwriters: Ben Moody / David Hodges / Amy Lee

Although it was easy to choose a song as, after I lost my husband, I loaded up my playlist with songs of loss and heartbreak, it’s not an easy subject for any of us to write about. We have all suffered and felt pain at different times and in different ways and often it lingers with us, eclipsing less significant but happier moments – why is that? None of us like to feel pain but we hang on to it; testament to this is the thousands of songs that have been written about heartache and the millions of people who listen to them. Surely we would all be happier if we only listened to songs that convey a positive message? I don’t know, maybe it’s as Victor Hugo said ““Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”

This particular song, by Evanescence, is one that I discovered after I lost my husband and, the first time I heard it, it hit me like a sledge hammer. Not only was it stunningly beautiful with an incredibly haunting melody but the lyrics summed up exactly how I was feeling at the time. I desperately wanted to get rid of the pain that I was feeling but I couldn’t let go of the man I loved even though I’d lost him two years previously. It’s now been 5 years and I still can’t listen to this without crying because, although my life has moved on and I am happier now, he still has all of me.

Lisa x

Oooh That Hurt!

Have you ever read something and immediately thought ‘oh!’, then felt a tightness in your throat and an unbearable urge to cry even though you know that you’re being silly and over-sensitive?

I felt that this morning when I was browsing through Twitter (why oh why do I keep doing that!) and came across this Tweet:

“I love how this powder foundation evens out my skin tone without being too heavy,” said the woman who blasphemes nature daily by underhandedly modifying the tone of her complexion and luster of her hair with an array of ointments, gels, and lotions shrewdly designed to impart an artificial bloom of youth to her aging, depleted body“

It’s taken from an article in the Onion which satirizes new stories; I think it’s meant to be funny but, as with most satire, it’s inherently cruel.

Ever since I read it I’ve been trying to work out why it bothered me so much and I’ve come to 2 conclusions:

1. It made me feel slightly pathetic; is everything I’m doing to keep my body looking and feeling younger just laughable self-delusion and a refusal to accept the inevitable?
2. My youth is behind me and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.

Then the real negativity started…..am I turning into a laughing stock? A raddled old hag who’s trying to pretend that she’s still young? Researching attitudes didn’t help much either; the quote above is from a Pulitzer prize winning dickhead (it didn’t actually say that in his bio – I added that bit) and it made me wonder how many other men think like that. Are men genetically programmed to only lust after young, fertile women for  the continuance of the species or is it just that we all appreciate beauty, men and women both?

We are a consumer society and virtually everything that is marketed to us is done so by young lovelies with perfect bodies and beautiful smiles – cosmetics, clothes, breakfast cereals and even toilet paper (yes apparently we even need beautiful women to sell us the stuff that we wipe our backsides with!). Beauty, it seems, is inextricably linked with youth so where does that leave the rest of us who are the wrong side of 50 and feeling sorry for ourselves this morning (that could just be me to be fair).

I think that really all we can say is f**k it! Aging is inevitable and there is nothing that we can do about the passing of the years. Our bodies will change and we can fight that or accept it. Personally, in the writing of this piece, I’ve decided that I’m even more determined to continue doing those things that make me feel younger and that includes looking after my aging, depleted body so that I’ll still be able to hop of the back of a motorbike and hurtle round the mountains even when I’m 90. I might look like an old woman trying to recapture her youth but, quite frankly my dears, I don’t give a damn.