In The Depths on the Human Heart
Well I would like to say about a story. About a couple a' days ago where I went through a full blown emotional trip down memory lane.
Well the first day started when I walked down for breakfast and saw Luciano Pavarotti on the news. And god, on the spot I remembered how much I loved this guy. This was a secret a long time ago. When people would say they would like to sing like Mariah Carey, James Heidfield. I wanted to be like Pavarotti. I love Pavarotti. I love big voices. I love Il Divo, Josh Groban. I was ashmed of them. Because I thought they made my image look weak. But seriously now I don't care. These are the people who shaped me emotionally. And I will respect them for who they are. I use to memorize Si Volvieras A Mi and Ti Amero and Dai's favourite Caruso. And I would be singing in the bathroom. Usually when I sing my parents would sound me for singing crappy songs. But when I sing these, hehehehhe, maybe they loved it. Maybe they respect my rare taste.
When I was a kid also I loved this arabic singer called Khaled. He sang a song called "Didi" which until now I still could not forget the chorus. Wonderful song. There was one more by the name of Amr Diab. Nice voice. Still have his CD. Then there was Sheila Majid. I fell in love with Jentayu the first time I heard it. It was a beautiful song. And I always feel like I was a kid. And with my family in a restaurant high in the mountains with trees and hornbills. I can't remember the name of the restaurant. It was a long time ago. Then came innuendo and indigo. My two favorite Is. Also there was a guy named Casey. He's not around anymore. But I can still remember his song in my head. Forgot the name.
Then at 5O'clock in the morning I took a lone drive around town. I never got the fuss about taking a slow drive at night. But now I do. And god I love it. Makes you think alot. Makes you think about those you love and your life. My companions were Renee Olsted and Luther Vandross. Luther reminds me on my dad emotionally. And so does Tom Jones. Cept Tom reminds me of my dad in a way my mom would not like him to be like. Tupac's Dear Momma really reminds me of my mom. The Cult's Painted on my Heart reminds me of Fifa. And Pac's And Snoop's Two of America's Most Wanted reminds me of Jace. Muahahaha.
Well the first day started when I walked down for breakfast and saw Luciano Pavarotti on the news. And god, on the spot I remembered how much I loved this guy. This was a secret a long time ago. When people would say they would like to sing like Mariah Carey, James Heidfield. I wanted to be like Pavarotti. I love Pavarotti. I love big voices. I love Il Divo, Josh Groban. I was ashmed of them. Because I thought they made my image look weak. But seriously now I don't care. These are the people who shaped me emotionally. And I will respect them for who they are. I use to memorize Si Volvieras A Mi and Ti Amero and Dai's favourite Caruso. And I would be singing in the bathroom. Usually when I sing my parents would sound me for singing crappy songs. But when I sing these, hehehehhe, maybe they loved it. Maybe they respect my rare taste.
When I was a kid also I loved this arabic singer called Khaled. He sang a song called "Didi" which until now I still could not forget the chorus. Wonderful song. There was one more by the name of Amr Diab. Nice voice. Still have his CD. Then there was Sheila Majid. I fell in love with Jentayu the first time I heard it. It was a beautiful song. And I always feel like I was a kid. And with my family in a restaurant high in the mountains with trees and hornbills. I can't remember the name of the restaurant. It was a long time ago. Then came innuendo and indigo. My two favorite Is. Also there was a guy named Casey. He's not around anymore. But I can still remember his song in my head. Forgot the name.
Then at 5O'clock in the morning I took a lone drive around town. I never got the fuss about taking a slow drive at night. But now I do. And god I love it. Makes you think alot. Makes you think about those you love and your life. My companions were Renee Olsted and Luther Vandross. Luther reminds me on my dad emotionally. And so does Tom Jones. Cept Tom reminds me of my dad in a way my mom would not like him to be like. Tupac's Dear Momma really reminds me of my mom. The Cult's Painted on my Heart reminds me of Fifa. And Pac's And Snoop's Two of America's Most Wanted reminds me of Jace. Muahahaha.