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Rating: 20:40
I am sad, or at least I think I am. After all, I am always sad, fucking sad, I feel alone, alone in the world, alone even in a crowd, alone when I sleep and when I'm awake. For me, there is no escape: I am fragile but I consider myself strong, and this conviction helps me move forward somehow. I don't have much self-esteem, I pretend to have it, and by pretending, I do nothing but delude myself. Everything I do, say, and show is terribly sad and boring. I don't know what's special about me; I can't understand the people who appreciate me. What is so special about me? This question is one of the reasons that makes me sad. Maybe it's just existential discomfort! Maybe it's me who doesn't leave myself alone! Maybe it's me who creates too many problems! Overwhelmed by all these doubts, by these disheartening "maybes," I find a way out by always pretending that everything is fine, and I don't cry anymore, except inside. I might seem like the usual depressed person who finds an excuse for being so. This sort of sadness, anger towards the world and myself, my being alternative, different from others, well, all these things push me to write. I write as a form of therapy or simply as an outlet; I need it like water and bread. While I write, I think of Nick Drake and other depressed people like me who found peace with death. I feel a bit sorry for them, I somewhat agree with them, but I think there is a healthy way to overcome depression, which has nothing to do with drinking, smoking, drugging, and letting oneself die: music!
20:51
It's been exactly 11 minutes since I started writing. I don't know if it's too much or too little, but these words, written spontaneously, are a spontaneous declaration of my state of mind, fragile but strong, which I carry with and within me every day. I keep hoping that in this world, things are not as they describe them to us or as they should be. And this absurd but also "plausible" belief/illusion leads me to say that... yes... the moon can be pink, in fact: it is pink!
"You can say the sun is shining, if you must, I see the moon, and it seems so clear. You can take the road that leads to the stars, I will take the road to understand myself." (Nick Drake - Road)
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Pink Moon (02:06)
I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It's a pink moon
It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon...
02 Place to Be (02:43)
When I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older see it face to face
And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place
And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be
And I was strong, strong inside
I thought I'd see when day was done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you
03 Road (02:02)
You can say the sun is shining if you really want to
I can see the moon and it seems so clear
You can take the road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
You can take a road that takes you to the stars now
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through
I can take a road that'll see me through.
06 Things Behind the Sun (03:57)
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.
Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But not too wise
For down below they never grow
They're always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise.
Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before.
Don't be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be.
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.
Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today.
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain.
08 Parasite (03:36)
When lifting the mask from a local clown
feeling down like him.
Seeing the light in a station bar and travelling far in sin.
Sailing downstairs to the Northern line
watching the shine of the shoes.
Hearing the trials of the people there
who's to care if they lose.
Take a look you might see me on the ground,
for I am the parasite of this town.
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
a sign of the times today.
Hearing no bell from a steeple tall
people all in dismay.
Falling so far on a silver spoon
making the moon for fun.
Changing a robe for a size to small
people all get hung.
Take a look you might see me coming through,
for I am the parasite who travels two by two.
Lifting the mask from a local clown
feeling down again.
Seeing the light in a station bar
and travelling far in sin.
Sailing downstairs to the Northern line
watching the shine of the shoes.
Hearing the trials of the people there
who's to care if they lose.
Take a look you might see me on the ground,
for I am the parasite of this town.
Take a look you might see me in the dirt,
for I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt.
10 Harvest Breed (01:37)
Falling fast and falling free you look to find a friend
Falling fast and falling free this could just be the end
Falling fast you stoop to touch and kiss the flowers that bend
And you're ready now
For the harvest breed
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