Hear me out

Frou Frou - Hear me out

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up I know you're there
Can't you hear?
I'm not myself

Well, go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you

So listen up
The sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It’s love on the line, can you handle it?)

So how do I do normal?
A smile I fake
the "per-ma-nent-way"
cue-cards and fix-it kits
Can't you tell?
I'm not myself

I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything but I do
And it all comes back to you

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It’s love on the line, can you handle it?)

Hear me out
Listen up
This time you gotta listen to me - yeah
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this
Love's on the line
Is that your final answer?

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up, I know you're there...

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It’s love on the line, can you handle it?)

This sun hasn’t set, as Imogen Heap sang, and I believed her. Like a choir in the church, the music reverberates through the walls of my heart.

The heart seems to beat today, as I waited. It wasn’t that big of a deal, so I told myself, but why would I be feeling this way? The skies started to fade in age, the clouds disappear under the scrutiny of the sun, and the moon crept lightly into the darkening atmosphere. Breathless, as I slept. So it seemed. It always did.

The holidays seem to slowly be coming upon me, the impact of the boringness that comes along with it. What am I to do with that much free time that has suddenly been entrusted to me? Will I waste it all away? There are a tempting number of movies that could have been watched, while I sat on my chair. The sounds of the gun fire, kisses, betrayal, violence, punches, laughter, smiles, grunts, moans, anger, sadness, and more all mixed into the moving 2D screen of my laptop screen. What interesting things will I see, as the characters played out their destiny in their 2 hours of lives? But what of the disappointment at wasting so much time just watching shows, shows that doesn’t mean anything once their lives are over?

What about the books that could have been read? It is strangely satisfying to sit in a corner, reading a book that grants you the key to a whole new universe. Thrillers, science fiction, fantasies; all come alive as you dive into the world of words. I always did like words, and how they come together, human created meanings that become such fantastic wonders, some which you could only marvel in amazement at how such simple paltry words can become life-changing phrases. There is a certain power in the way they make you think and imagine, virtuality become so real that you could have sworn that you see the characters laugh when they told a joke, or cried when one of them died. Smiled to yourself at the crazy antics of theirs, or roll your eyes when they do something so significantly stubborn. How I had enjoyed and wished I could further improve the quality of the words that I write. I always did wrote, but in quantities, not in quality amounts.

Whatever the case, it seems important to me that I start to make amends. Make do fruitfully with the time that have been given to me. I know I will regret, very badly and guiltily if I do not try and even make an effort to push myself. I may just be too afraid, but afraid of what? I may just be worried, but what is there to worry about? It’s time to make a change.

So let go, let go, and jump in, sung Imogen Heap. And I believed her too. Like choirs in the church, the music reverberates in the walls of my heart, telling me what to believe, and what should be done with my freedom now.

Edited as an afterthought: I always did thought about this thing. Will there be somebody like me, who listens to the same music that I listen to, or something similar? There isn’t many people who listens to the odd indie album here and there, who can enjoy the same music as I do, not all those pop played on the radio. Granted, there are one or two good listens, but there seems to be a whole sea of quality gems in the indie scene. Frou Frou was one of them, and it has been on repeat for 4 days already, and I am still not sick of it. Mae was good too, one of the best. Not to mention my favourite band of all time, Death Cab for Cutie, and her sister band, The Postal Service. Bright eyes anyone? Or mew? Sigur ros? The faint especially for electronic beats. Granted, some of the more inaccessible music may be a bit too much for others, like Cocorosie. I am still amazed, but a little apprehensive of their album, The adventures of Ghosthorse & Stillborn. Sigh.