For What Has Been Lyrics

Next to me, next to you,
Next to us, for all to see,
Next to me, next to you,

Can't you see you've left me dry,
and it seems I've become blind,
Unsure of everyone,

Can't you feel you're in denial,
Forcing thoughts and making time,
What is this all for?

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want?

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want?

Sitting here in silence,
Only kills the vibe I've tried to hide,
Just speak your goddamn mind.

Don't you realise you've just
Pulled the pin and made it done for good,
Don't blame this one on me.

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want?

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want?

You pulled my pride through the mud,
Made me think that I wasn't right,
You did me wrong.

But now I've come to realise,
It wasn't true or even right,
There's more to life I know.

Next to me, next to you,
Next to us, for all to see,
Next to me, next to you,

Next to me, next to you
Next to this, for what has been,
Next to you, next to me.

The sun too shall rise

I intend on writing much more than I will right now about the most humbling experience in my life. However I do need to get down what I have been thinking about life in regards to this new found sunshine.

Let’s call this sunshine M. She’s lovely and she really is a breath of fresh air. However I’m worried that I’m not advancing quickly enough from my previous relationship and that might fire her away. So today I have a break through. I couldn’t care less about my previous relationship and I need to do some self reflection to get something out of the situation. That’s not to say I haven’t done any reflection but I still have so much more to do.

What I do know:

- I’m no longer heartbroken (if I ever was)

- I feel rested

- I know what I don’t want

- I don’t want to be held back for the rest of my years

Let’s get this life time.

It's been an awful long time since I wrote anything on this blog.
I had a relationship, began my career and have had a lot of life experience.

I spent sometime reading back over what I had wrote thinking I was quite literate and I expressed myself quite well for someone who was obviously attempting to cope with something.

So I've found myself finding myself. Looking inwards to find what makes me tick, tock and boom. So I've gone back to the music I use to love, I've gone back to focusing on myself and what I need but it's all hard.

Here I am listening to the recording of a piece that shaped my young adult years. I will sing.

The lyrics haunt me. The changes of time signatures haunt me. She haunts me.

I'm transported back to a time where mercy and trust surrounded my life. Up until this moment I've always had people controlling me and making my decisions for me. This is where I take myself and make my moments.

This is my life.

What's the plan stan?

It wasn't until it all hit the fan,
That he awoke from his slumber of a plan.

As he saw his love in pain,
He felt true love come again.

The tears in his eyes, the look of his mate,
I wonder what he thinks of his fate.

What a horrible thing, we all gave a sigh,
For it isn't just him, it's for you and I.

To contemplate that life is short,
Whilst sipping on that expensive port.

It isn't until it all hits the fan,
That we realise nothing is meant to go to plan.

A Midsummer Night's Scream

All alone in the darkness they had all but each other,
Considering what notions might have to be parted.

Still we are not quite sure what could be done,
She proclaimed very loudly from afar.

Look at her sense of pride fall into a sweet demise,
As the mighty major creates the falling failure.

Each word like a dagger into the heart,
Considering each other for another.

The major yells while the soldier's shake,
A sense of fear born out of love.

Still quite doubtful of the sense of substance,
Each lay crying alone in darkness,
Keeping a sense of blame deep inside.

Reflections in the Wind

As he raised his hands, they began to fall.
We all sung of course, answering the call.

He threw his arms around with furious intent.
As if he were conveying some sort of torment.

I'm not certain if it went to plan.
Everyone considered believes that I'm some sort of front man.

"Beware!" I exclaim from a far.
Meanwhile I think he just wanted us to be a star.

Never mind if we're bad, old or insane.
We all come together to fight through the pain.

Dismiss the torment and do away with the plan.
I'm sure if we wanted he'd show us back to where we began.

Consider the fight to where we are now.
Think of the notions that he has just allowed.

Now think back to where you were when you started.
All of these memories, are not for the fainthearted.

Each time I go to thank you for this.
I end up in a place where it is easy to dismiss.

So thank you for the times where I wish I had more.
And thanks for the times that made me sure.

I will never forget the things that make me original.
I will never forget the things that help me see I'm visible.

Soar

I often wonder,
What is it that makes your mind ponder?

Is it the thought of substance or love...
Will you ever make the vision be seen from up above?

Considering our precepts and who might have devised,
Is it important to consider what might be your demise?

Considerations far, deep and wide,
I wonder just how far your vision will guide.

Never mind me sitting here with a blind eye,
Blind from the love that made us fly.

Looking down on the people that make us ponder,
On love, substance and even wonder.

Soaring above in the clouds until your last breath,
Consider your will before it meets its death.