It is so strange how much an unexpected loss impacts you.So strong, as to make you question your present state of existence. Everything that you once had and always took for granted is not even there any more. Its scary how that one loss could completely turn your world upside down, so much so that nothing else matters any more. Every philosophy & every word of wisdom then just doesn't make much sense. Somehow, a loss always provokes a train of thought that enlightens you on the wasted moments and what you could have done better or done right or it makes you wish you'd simply done something more. You even know that this realization & the loss is going to fade away in a few moments(hours/days/months/years) from now never to be spoken of again in the same tone of dejection & deprivation !
As they sing on, I've always known what they sang was true but it hits home harder now...in moments like these.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
As they sing on, I've always known what they sang was true but it hits home harder now...in moments like these.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
5 comments:
I adore PF. Do ya listen to The Doors?
thequark: Despite of having posted this, it took me a few moments to realize what "PF" was...and yes The Doors are very much one of my favorites as well!
my bad :)
it was surprising to know my favorite song 'The End' by The Doors was used in a great movie such as Apocalypse Now
thequark: Yeah! Does fit in well..
"Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land"
Ditto for PF's "Money" in "Italian Job" fits in perfectly!! BTW on a separate note, I am linking up to one of your blogs on the book reviews "Literature and Us"...
Sure do link it, but that was a collective blog gone fud :(.
It was started by a bunch of bibliophiles from my college batch.
We started off on a good note but somehow everybody got busy with there own busyness and no one has any particular inclination to blog!
BTW what kind of books do you like?
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