wats playing......

A mug of coffee, my window and u2 playing on the comp… its amazing how music can translate all your thoughts, all your emotions. Sometimes it becomes tough to express all your emotions even to yourself…forget the outside world, and such times the voice over the comp tells u exactly how u feel and u sigh n say, “that’s just the way it is.” It’s quite amazing n overwhelmingly simple…. here u r sitting by the window feeling detached from the whole world… asking all the questions… mostly the whys… n u have bono howling away…
“If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If i could, yes i would
If i could, i would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
If i could throw this
Lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame
If i could through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day
To let it go
And so to fade away
To let it go
And so fade away”
And then when all the answers are staring at you right in your face you just say, “ I still haven’t found what I am looking for.”
Who’s to know where the wind will take you
Who’s to say what it is that will break you
I don’t know which way the wind will blow………
Ofcourse the more elaborate example would point towards every boring meaningless lecture you have ever had to attend, in my case sociology and you thank Gilmour and Roger Waters for singing:
“we don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! teachers! leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.”…..and ofcourse there are those times when you feel as if u r sitting inside a dark room, and u cant breathe n all the doors have no-exit sign on dem….wen u feel there is no light at the end of the tunnel…so u just phase out and say…
“There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying.
When i was a child i had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now i've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how i am.
I have become comfortably numb”
but what the hell pull urself altogether and sing out loud, coz u kno thingz will be gr8,
“killing the past, coming back to life”
… And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.