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So, I've been looking for some lyrics to a song I have. But I can't find the CD, so I will just have to talk about the song instead, because no one has the lyrics online anywhere, not even on the artists website.
It's called My Heart Dances, and no it's not the version by Elton John. The song is by Brett Barry. The way I understand the song is that there is a girl who is heartbroken. And the guy singing the song wants to help her feel better, but there is a little bit more to the song than just that.
Chorus
Ooohhh when you look my way
ooohhh and it makes you smile
yeah these are the times that my heart dances.
Ooohhh when you look my way
ooohhh and it makes you smile
yeah these are the times that my heart dances.
I can remember some of the lyrics, but not all of them. ANYWAYS it's a song that has been flowing through my head the last few days
(first verse)
I see you standing outside my door.
I hear your heartache, you're asking why.
I wish I was with you, to give you love.
I'd offer my shoulder so you could cry.
Because I feel what you feel, and my heart is breaking too.
And I want to reach out this distance
oooohhhh I'm here if you want me to(o).
So I'm not sure if the lyrics mean one thing or another. But none the less I really want to hear the song right now. It's kind of reminiscent of whats going on in my life right now. More on that later, maybe.
However, its been a few so I figured I would write something here before I head to church.
The reason I am actually writing this entry is that I was trying to find the lyrics, because I swear I have posted them somewhere before, but after going through most of my myspace account I decided against it. There are just some interesting happenings going on in my life right now. Lets just say that the next year or two could be very... interesting.
School is almost done, finally, after all these years. The time is soon where I will leave this school world behind, and start getting my ass whooped by projects and work instead of projects and homework. :D Now I'm just hoping that I will be able to leave what ever is happening and not have to think about it til the next day when I go back to work.
The heart is a very fickle and picky thing. When least expect it something appears, and usually I don't know how to handle it. So I usually wind up stuffing it down in an old shoe box, and punching a couple of holes in the top. That way it doesn't die, but that until I know what to do with it I can keep it somewhat alive.
I am not one to jump on that either. Like everyone else I have had my fair share of burnings. Some women have caused more than others, so I feel like I have to try and keep a cool head about myself. Most of that is so that I can protect myself. I usually wear my heart on my sleeve, and when you do that it gets hurt, or used as a pillow, quite easily until the person is done and leaves you alone again.
That being said, I have made some decisions about myself. I think that most people in my life would say that I am a nice guy. I want to argue on that subject. I don't see myself as a nice guy. I see myself as a good guy. There is a difference. A nice guy will try everything to make sure that everyone else is better above himself. A nice guy always plays by the rules. And at the end of the day the nice guy walks away alone. A good guy does what needs to be done, and when it needs to be done. A good guy can sometimes be a grey character, or a anti-hero. I feel that I have been both of these at times in my life. A nice guy can be a good buy, but a good guy isn't always a nice guy. As I advance on my 31st year next week I have started to realize that I have more thoughts about how my actions effect the status quo not only of my life, but those around me. Life really is a balancing act, and as such you need to know when to throw your pair of deuces on the table, or to fold, or to play that royal flush. As much as it makes me laugh when I write this I think Kenny Rogers is right.
And there has been a catalyst that has made me think this way. A friend has been going through some stuff, and from our talks it has kind of become clear.
The reason to be a good guy as opposed to a nice guy is for the betterment of those around. Sometimes, to move someone along their evolutionary way in their life, sometimes you have to kick them a bit (mentally, not physically). Not I'm not talking about verbal or mental abuse here, but the fact that sometimes there is a point where the young lion needs to be reminded that he is still a YOUNG lion. That he still has a lot to learn, and that he's not where he thinks he is yet. Sometimes someone needs to step up, knock that little cub down to size, and then let him learn as he grows again.
Kind of like in ELS (essential living skills) in high school. At Columbia we didn't have a home ec department. So freshman year you took health for half the year, and ELS the other half. In ELS we learned all sorts of things one should know (if you didn't already know how to do them). I can remember three things that we learned. We went over car maintenance, silk screening (which was fun, but I made a really dorky shirt), and how to wire, sheet rock, and fix a hole in a piece of wall. The part I want to talk about is the piece of wall.
The person I had teamed up with for this exercise was gone a lot, so I didn't get as far as everyone else. And the team that had three people on it got done really quickly. First we had to run wire, and connect the circuits so that a light bulb somewhere on the wall would light up. Then we would sheet rock, mud, and paint it. At least I think we painted it. This happened either 15 or 16 years ago, so details can be a bit fuzzy. I only made it as far as getting the sheet rock put up before we had to move on. But the group with three made it all the way. I remember this, because the teacher looked at their work, and inspected it for a grade up to this point. Then he disappeared back into his office. A few seconds later he appeared with a gleeful look on his face as he proceeded to whack a giant hole in their wall with his hammer.
Now the reason I told that story is because it ties back into what I was saying earlier. To help someone learn, and to understand how things work, sometimes you have to make a hole in their wall. Sometimes that requires doing the right thing, even though it doesn't seem like it is at first. And that's the difference between a good guy, and a nice guy. A nice guy will worry about his effect on others, and just be whimpy and a pushover. A good guy will stand, will fight for himself, and others, and know not only how to put the hole in the wall, but also how to fix it correctly.
You know, I think this might be a continuing topic for a while.
Agree or disagree, let me know.
It's called My Heart Dances, and no it's not the version by Elton John. The song is by Brett Barry. The way I understand the song is that there is a girl who is heartbroken. And the guy singing the song wants to help her feel better, but there is a little bit more to the song than just that.
Chorus
Ooohhh when you look my way
ooohhh and it makes you smile
yeah these are the times that my heart dances.
Ooohhh when you look my way
ooohhh and it makes you smile
yeah these are the times that my heart dances.
I can remember some of the lyrics, but not all of them. ANYWAYS it's a song that has been flowing through my head the last few days
(first verse)
I see you standing outside my door.
I hear your heartache, you're asking why.
I wish I was with you, to give you love.
I'd offer my shoulder so you could cry.
Because I feel what you feel, and my heart is breaking too.
And I want to reach out this distance
oooohhhh I'm here if you want me to(o).
So I'm not sure if the lyrics mean one thing or another. But none the less I really want to hear the song right now. It's kind of reminiscent of whats going on in my life right now. More on that later, maybe.
However, its been a few so I figured I would write something here before I head to church.
The reason I am actually writing this entry is that I was trying to find the lyrics, because I swear I have posted them somewhere before, but after going through most of my myspace account I decided against it. There are just some interesting happenings going on in my life right now. Lets just say that the next year or two could be very... interesting.
School is almost done, finally, after all these years. The time is soon where I will leave this school world behind, and start getting my ass whooped by projects and work instead of projects and homework. :D Now I'm just hoping that I will be able to leave what ever is happening and not have to think about it til the next day when I go back to work.
The heart is a very fickle and picky thing. When least expect it something appears, and usually I don't know how to handle it. So I usually wind up stuffing it down in an old shoe box, and punching a couple of holes in the top. That way it doesn't die, but that until I know what to do with it I can keep it somewhat alive.
I am not one to jump on that either. Like everyone else I have had my fair share of burnings. Some women have caused more than others, so I feel like I have to try and keep a cool head about myself. Most of that is so that I can protect myself. I usually wear my heart on my sleeve, and when you do that it gets hurt, or used as a pillow, quite easily until the person is done and leaves you alone again.
That being said, I have made some decisions about myself. I think that most people in my life would say that I am a nice guy. I want to argue on that subject. I don't see myself as a nice guy. I see myself as a good guy. There is a difference. A nice guy will try everything to make sure that everyone else is better above himself. A nice guy always plays by the rules. And at the end of the day the nice guy walks away alone. A good guy does what needs to be done, and when it needs to be done. A good guy can sometimes be a grey character, or a anti-hero. I feel that I have been both of these at times in my life. A nice guy can be a good buy, but a good guy isn't always a nice guy. As I advance on my 31st year next week I have started to realize that I have more thoughts about how my actions effect the status quo not only of my life, but those around me. Life really is a balancing act, and as such you need to know when to throw your pair of deuces on the table, or to fold, or to play that royal flush. As much as it makes me laugh when I write this I think Kenny Rogers is right.
And there has been a catalyst that has made me think this way. A friend has been going through some stuff, and from our talks it has kind of become clear.
The reason to be a good guy as opposed to a nice guy is for the betterment of those around. Sometimes, to move someone along their evolutionary way in their life, sometimes you have to kick them a bit (mentally, not physically). Not I'm not talking about verbal or mental abuse here, but the fact that sometimes there is a point where the young lion needs to be reminded that he is still a YOUNG lion. That he still has a lot to learn, and that he's not where he thinks he is yet. Sometimes someone needs to step up, knock that little cub down to size, and then let him learn as he grows again.
Kind of like in ELS (essential living skills) in high school. At Columbia we didn't have a home ec department. So freshman year you took health for half the year, and ELS the other half. In ELS we learned all sorts of things one should know (if you didn't already know how to do them). I can remember three things that we learned. We went over car maintenance, silk screening (which was fun, but I made a really dorky shirt), and how to wire, sheet rock, and fix a hole in a piece of wall. The part I want to talk about is the piece of wall.
The person I had teamed up with for this exercise was gone a lot, so I didn't get as far as everyone else. And the team that had three people on it got done really quickly. First we had to run wire, and connect the circuits so that a light bulb somewhere on the wall would light up. Then we would sheet rock, mud, and paint it. At least I think we painted it. This happened either 15 or 16 years ago, so details can be a bit fuzzy. I only made it as far as getting the sheet rock put up before we had to move on. But the group with three made it all the way. I remember this, because the teacher looked at their work, and inspected it for a grade up to this point. Then he disappeared back into his office. A few seconds later he appeared with a gleeful look on his face as he proceeded to whack a giant hole in their wall with his hammer.
Now the reason I told that story is because it ties back into what I was saying earlier. To help someone learn, and to understand how things work, sometimes you have to make a hole in their wall. Sometimes that requires doing the right thing, even though it doesn't seem like it is at first. And that's the difference between a good guy, and a nice guy. A nice guy will worry about his effect on others, and just be whimpy and a pushover. A good guy will stand, will fight for himself, and others, and know not only how to put the hole in the wall, but also how to fix it correctly.
You know, I think this might be a continuing topic for a while.
Agree or disagree, let me know.