Hearts breaking even (nbj)

oh oh ....
that means i have to find something too

If everyone else is doing it, then I guess I can too. Here's one I wrote for someone a long time ago. I hope you can relate to it too.

Hang in there.

Ice


Every night I see you in my sleep
You're walkin down that lonely, loney street
Something cold curled up deep inside
Like a long lost lover left behind

On every step the pain shows from your face
Still it's better to keep on walking away
It gets a little easier every day
On every step, every single inch of the way

Looks like baby, that you're craving for the touch
Someone to love you just a little too much
Don't worry baby, time is on your side
Keep on walking, don't lose your

Pride
Is the only thing you can
Lose
If you can't understand

It's you
You are the one to believe in
You are the one who's feeling
The hurt, the love, the pain
Step outside and let the rain
Fall

After the rain has cleared your eyes
You'll see there are clouds in every sky
Everybody's got trouble on the way
But after the rain comes a sunny day

its great, ice.
it sounds like something richie would have written

Ice = Richie

As a wise man (peter gabriel) once said:

in this proud land we grew up strong
we were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

no fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
but no one wants you when you lose

don't give up
'cos you have friends
don't give up
you're not beaten yet
don't give up
I know you can make it good

though I saw it all around
never thought that I could be affected
thought that we'd be last to go
it is so strange the way things turn

drove the night toward my home
the place where I was born, on the lakeside
as daylight broke, I saw the earth
the trees had burned down to the ground

don't give up
you still have us
don't give up
we don't need much of anything
don't give up
'cause somewhere there's a place
where we belong

rest your head
you worry too much
it's going to be alright
when times get rough
you can fall back on us
don't give up
please don't give up

'got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
going to stand on that bridge
keep my eyes down below
whatever may come
and whatever may go
that river's flowing
that river's flowing

moved on to another town
tried hard to settle down
for every job, so many men
so many men no-one needs

don't give up
'cause you have friends
don't give up
you're not the only one
don't give up
no reason to be ashamed
don't give up
you still have us
don't give up now
we're proud of who you are
don't give up
you know it's never been easy
don't give up
'cause I believe there's a place
there's a place where we belong

this is me here talking... but

in sadness there is a certain kind of beauty that can't be comprehended by many others... all thoughts can cyrstallise into something simple or complex - it depends on the person... all feelings and emotions are driven by simple desires, thoughts... life is not necessarily as it was once seen many years before but people, while they may change are always there as a bulwark to sadder times

if you can ignore the male-targetted nature of this poem then i always advise anyone to read this (I'm sure you've read it before):

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

I know you are a big Scotland "fan" so perhaps you might like this:

Scottish Rivers
The way English rivers flow a lazy winding way
Through marshes gold with buttercups, and meadows sweet with hay
The level land lies round them, and their banks are broad and low
and there is depth and stillness, where the English rivers flow.

But our sturdy Scottish rivers, they come tumbling from the bens
Like a crowd of happy children, to make music in the glens.
The mountain mist surrounds them and moorlands heather flanks
and the bending of the birches is a beauty on their banks.

They breast the barring boulders in their eagerness to be
The one before the other in the bosom of the sea.
They clutch the red-scaured edges and they trample down the clay
And the thunder of their footsteps is a shout to clear the way.

The sparkling Scottish rivers, when they win to open ground
Go tinkling through the lowlands, over pebbles rolled and round
Go laughing through the lowlands like the gipsy folks they are
Till they lose their white foam garlands to the waves across the bar.

maybe life is just like that of a river? winding and meandering through unknown territory... the key thing is that life is a journey - there are no certainties... it is a journey that goes on and on and on...

... sometimes there are steady or stable times... others... rocky - good and bad.

And this is off the point but you'll like it...

Scottish Emigrant's Farewell
Fareweel, fareweel my native hame,
Thy lonely glens an' heath-clad mountains,
Fareweel thy fields o' storied fame,
Thy leafy shaws an' sparkling fountains,
Nae mair I'll climb the Pentland's steep,
Nor wander by the Esk's clear river,
I seek a hame far o'er the deep,
My native land, fareweel forever.
Thou land wi' love and freedom crown'd,
In ilk wee cot an' lordly dwellin',
May manly hearted youths be found,
And maids in ev'ry grace excellin'.
The land where Bruce and Wallace wight,
For freedom fought in days o' danger,
Never crouch'd to proud usurpin' right.
But foremost stood, wrongs stern avenger.

Tho' far frae thee, my native shore,
An' toss'd on life's tempestuous ocean;
My heart, aye Scottish to the core,
Shall cling to thee wi' warm devotion,
An' while the wavin' heather grows,
An' onward rows the windin' river,
The toast be Scotland's broomy knowes,
Her mountains, rocks, an' glens forever.

Se on elämää

Kaikkein pahinta se on silloin, kun tuntuu ettei syitä voi löytää... toisesta vaan erkaantuu.

Aikaa se vie, ennen kuin elämä voittaa, mutta niin sen täytyy ollakin. Tietää miten paljon kaikki (etenkin rakkaus) merkitsee.

Metsäläisen neuvona täytyy sanoa, että jossain vaiheessa kaiken nollaaminen (kunnon humalatila?) auttaa. Voi ainakin unohtaa hetkeksi, miksi halusikaan unohtaa. Itsensä hemmottelu (elokuvat, kirjat yms) kannattanee. Musiikki tietysti myös.

It's a b'tch, but life's a roller coaster ride
The ups and downs will make you scream sometimes
It's hard believing that the thrill is gone
But we got to go around again, so let's hold on

Tulee mieleen myös suuren kansanfilosofimme M. Nykäsen viisaita lausahduksia...

I'm sorry to hear what happened Laura...

You tell yourself that you'll be strong,
But your heart tells you,
This time you're wrong,

Empty rooms - - - Where we learn to live without love


I think Empty Rooms is one of the best ballads ever written..

Teemu