E, E minor, E minor 7.....?
It's past midnight.
There's a half empty can of seven-up in front of me, and ideas of old photographs I have never seen ravaging the back of mind. Rusty cars, worn, grey brick walls, leaf scattered steps in a city I've never been to, the back of a punk in an overcoat, cigarette smoke issuing from the front of his bulky silhouette.... as he walks down an alley, wedged between two sky scrapers, pushing his way past green dumpsters and litter and chain link fences and the homeless... and he has no face, and he has no mohawk, and he's living... and breathing and in black and white, although the picture is in color.
It's a bizzare thing, the mind. How it simply posesses you, and forces you to invision things you've never seen and people you don't know and places you haven't been... It's almost a mocking thing, telling you simply that you can't have it, because it doesn't exist.
Sometimes I like to sit back and just watch people. I know I don't talk a lot ((for those who know me from school, you understand that sentiment)), but I do watch, everything. I reccomend this exercise to everybody, because it makes you appreciate human life. You watch these faces that are so like your own kissing, or laughing, or frowning, yelling, shouting, fearful, joyous, contemplating, sharing, and you can't help but feel what they are. To distance yourself from them and watch them, together, friends, althetes, musicians, boys, girls, just being teenagers... well.... It's amazing, truly amazing. It just makes you realize how beautiful life can be.
But anything does that for me. The simplest flicker of a smile. This planet is full of love, hidden, invisible, forbidden, wishful... and it hurts so badly sometimes that it kills, but it's everywhere... Love is everywhere, in everything, everything simple, everything beautiful, ugly, elaborate... the corner of somebody's lips, the longest lash on their eyelids, the crooked tooth towards the back, the hallow in their neck, the dip of their collar bones, the single mis-colored hair on their arms, the bone in their wrist that sticks out further than the others, the folds of skin on their knuckles, the soft skin on the dip in their hip bones, the line on their upper thigh, the twist on their ankle, the tip of their toe... love is everywhere... and if you're blind to it, if you're desperate for it, if you look too hard for it, if you're careless or too open with it or don't respect it or appreciate it or think you deserve it you may never be happy. But it's so important.
Young At Heart
Fairytales can come true,
It can happen to you,
If you're young at heart.
For a time you will find to be narrow of mind,
If you're young at heart.
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes,
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams,
And life becomes exciting with each passing day,
And love is either in your heart of on it's way,
Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on earth
to be young at heart,
for as rich as you are,
It's much better by far,
To be young at heart.
And if you should surrvive to 105,
Look at all you've derived
Just by being alive,
Now here is the best part:
You have a head start,
If you are amongst the very young at heart.
And if you should survive to 105,
Look at all you've derived
Just by being alive.
Now here is the best part.
You have a head start.
If you are amongst the very
Young At Heart.
There's a half empty can of seven-up in front of me, and ideas of old photographs I have never seen ravaging the back of mind. Rusty cars, worn, grey brick walls, leaf scattered steps in a city I've never been to, the back of a punk in an overcoat, cigarette smoke issuing from the front of his bulky silhouette.... as he walks down an alley, wedged between two sky scrapers, pushing his way past green dumpsters and litter and chain link fences and the homeless... and he has no face, and he has no mohawk, and he's living... and breathing and in black and white, although the picture is in color.
It's a bizzare thing, the mind. How it simply posesses you, and forces you to invision things you've never seen and people you don't know and places you haven't been... It's almost a mocking thing, telling you simply that you can't have it, because it doesn't exist.
Sometimes I like to sit back and just watch people. I know I don't talk a lot ((for those who know me from school, you understand that sentiment)), but I do watch, everything. I reccomend this exercise to everybody, because it makes you appreciate human life. You watch these faces that are so like your own kissing, or laughing, or frowning, yelling, shouting, fearful, joyous, contemplating, sharing, and you can't help but feel what they are. To distance yourself from them and watch them, together, friends, althetes, musicians, boys, girls, just being teenagers... well.... It's amazing, truly amazing. It just makes you realize how beautiful life can be.
But anything does that for me. The simplest flicker of a smile. This planet is full of love, hidden, invisible, forbidden, wishful... and it hurts so badly sometimes that it kills, but it's everywhere... Love is everywhere, in everything, everything simple, everything beautiful, ugly, elaborate... the corner of somebody's lips, the longest lash on their eyelids, the crooked tooth towards the back, the hallow in their neck, the dip of their collar bones, the single mis-colored hair on their arms, the bone in their wrist that sticks out further than the others, the folds of skin on their knuckles, the soft skin on the dip in their hip bones, the line on their upper thigh, the twist on their ankle, the tip of their toe... love is everywhere... and if you're blind to it, if you're desperate for it, if you look too hard for it, if you're careless or too open with it or don't respect it or appreciate it or think you deserve it you may never be happy. But it's so important.
Young At Heart
Fairytales can come true,
It can happen to you,
If you're young at heart.
For a time you will find to be narrow of mind,
If you're young at heart.
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes,
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams,
And life becomes exciting with each passing day,
And love is either in your heart of on it's way,
Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on earth
to be young at heart,
for as rich as you are,
It's much better by far,
To be young at heart.
And if you should surrvive to 105,
Look at all you've derived
Just by being alive,
Now here is the best part:
You have a head start,
If you are amongst the very young at heart.
And if you should survive to 105,
Look at all you've derived
Just by being alive.
Now here is the best part.
You have a head start.
If you are amongst the very
Young At Heart.