Thursday, September 16, 2010

Song lyrics

Sometimes you listen to a song and you want to share it because it gives you those butterflies and no matter how many times it goes on repeat you can listen to it another dozen times and many years later you are still listening to it, the songs in our pop culture today are always coming and going but then there are the few that stay and are played until the person who sung it is no longer around but it still carries a meaning.

This is a verse from a favourite

'Now we're back to the beginning...it's just a feeling, and no one knows yet, but just because they can feel it to, doesn't mean they have to forget, let your memories grow stronger and stronger until they're before your eyes, you'll come back, when they call....you, no need to say goodbye, you'll come back, when they call....you, no need to say goodbye..............'
---------------This song is a favourite of mine called              The Call, Performed by Regina Specktor

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Suprise Me

We are only human
Simple things are lost to us and forgotten
Yet we remember the quick moment of fury
The time that friend did something stupid
That day that was filled with humour

Why is it such moments have an affect on us?

We are only human

Our minds are exotic
Yet we are so the same
Spend so much time on that one task
That no notice is taken of whats going on

No wonder small surprises are so big

By T.Hunt

Yes It's true

Yes it's true
I am insane
I am jelous
Yes thats right i am insanely jelous

Why you may ask?
Because you said it didn't matter it's just him, so what
So what!?
It was not so just "so what" To me it was more than that

Yes it's true
I do want
I do care
Yes thats right i do want him to care

Why you may ask?
Because he doesn't act like he does but may do inside
What if he doesn't!?
It means he doesn't and its just I that does

Yes it's true
Everything to me revolves around you

By T.Hunt

Saturday, August 14, 2010

A Renewing Cycle

To a dear friend
Today i realised something
That something is of great importance
That something is I Love You

The kind of Love that must blossom
The kind of Love that has blossomed
The kind to renew itself
This love has a cycle where each season shall pass

Where once again i realise that I Love You

By T.Hunt