I'm sorry
it had to end this way
Surely our friendship
lasts longer than this day
Why did
it have to come to this?
I'm almost 21
Never been kissed
How can you forgive me
for all I put you through
Believing that my future has
nothing to do with you
The candle burns
right down to the wick
The last few years
have flown by all too quick
How can you forgive me
for all I put you through
Believing that my future has
nothing to do with you
How can you forgive me
when I can't forgive myself
I don't believe I broke your heart
cause it's saved for someone else
How can you forgive me
After all, this is the truth
But I believe your future holds
more than me for you
I'm sorry
(I'm almost 21)
It had to end this way
(Never been kissed)
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
If You Knew the Future, Would You Still Ask These Questions? (Doors and Hallways)
Walking down the hallway
of the choices of my life
Cobwebs of distraction
Tangle up my sight
Doorways of decision
To what might be or what may come
Rooms remain unknown
Until they're made a home
Which one to choose?
Which key to turn?
or how, or when?
I'm yet to learn
Brush away the cobwebs
Sweep away the dust
Oil up the hinges
Scrape away the rust
Find the key that fits the lock
Turn it if you dare
Open up the door of choice
Step into the glare
Which one to choose?
Which key to turn?
or how, or when?
Begin to learn
The stairway leads to Heaven
The sky becomes the ceiling
Leave behind the cobwebs
Step up into freedom
Which one to choose?
Which key to turn?
or how, or when?
Begin to yearn
I'm walking down a hallway
There's lights in every room
Doors open wide before me
I'll be coming home soon
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
of the choices of my life
Cobwebs of distraction
Tangle up my sight
Doorways of decision
To what might be or what may come
Rooms remain unknown
Until they're made a home
Which one to choose?
Which key to turn?
or how, or when?
I'm yet to learn
Brush away the cobwebs
Sweep away the dust
Oil up the hinges
Scrape away the rust
Find the key that fits the lock
Turn it if you dare
Open up the door of choice
Step into the glare
Which one to choose?
Which key to turn?
or how, or when?
Begin to learn
The stairway leads to Heaven
The sky becomes the ceiling
Leave behind the cobwebs
Step up into freedom
Which one to choose?
Which key to turn?
or how, or when?
Begin to yearn
I'm walking down a hallway
There's lights in every room
Doors open wide before me
I'll be coming home soon
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
Friday, October 17, 2008
What are you afraid of?
What is it that drives us?
What keeps us going?
What do we strive for?
What do we long for?
What do we dream of?
And is a dream something that is more like a goal or is it, by (I think) definition, something unreal, something perhaps achievable but something beyond what we can foresee? For, to me, a dream is, by definition, an un-reality - just part of the subconscious. But that gets into a debate on the function of our mind. And then onto the physical boundaries and limits of the human mind. Or perhaps a better box would be the human brain... I diverse...
What are you afraid of?
What are you willing to give up, to sacrifice, to risk, in order to go somewhere in life? And where is that somewhere? And is it worth it?
Does fear drive you?
Does love drive you?
Are fears and insecurities the same thing?
Is there an umbrella 'fear'?
I would like to suggest that there is - it is the fear of the unknown. This fear feeds the fear of consequences; the fear of rejection; the fear of failure. It gives birth to the little insecurities that help govern our everyday life. 'Do I push through the orange light or brake hard and stop at the red?' 'Do I speak up and say what is on my mind, or keep quiet and let someone else do the speaking?' 'Do I make a decision that leads to a minor change, which may then have a domino effect, resulting in a major change?'
It's speculation. It's the 'what if?' the 'but...' It's the indecisiveness ("maybe I'm indecisive").
It breeds regret. It harvests self-pity and weighs down self-esteem.
Why are we afraid?
What do we have to be afraid of?
Are we happy where we are, what we are doing and don't want change? Change is inevitable. (Resistance is futile.)
WHY?
Why do we ask questions we do not know the answers to?
Why do we ask questions we do not want an answer to?
Why do we ask questions when we know an answer does not exist?
Why do we ask questions at all?
"Where does it come from? This quest - this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving. Not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here." ~ Heroes Season 1 Episode 1
Is it merely human nature?
Just our inquisitive minds?
And does not knowing, not wanting, or knowing an answer does not exist dispell the need or relevance of a question?
What are you afraid of?
It's just a question.
What keeps us going?
What do we strive for?
What do we long for?
What do we dream of?
And is a dream something that is more like a goal or is it, by (I think) definition, something unreal, something perhaps achievable but something beyond what we can foresee? For, to me, a dream is, by definition, an un-reality - just part of the subconscious. But that gets into a debate on the function of our mind. And then onto the physical boundaries and limits of the human mind. Or perhaps a better box would be the human brain... I diverse...
What are you afraid of?
What are you willing to give up, to sacrifice, to risk, in order to go somewhere in life? And where is that somewhere? And is it worth it?
Does fear drive you?
Does love drive you?
Are fears and insecurities the same thing?
Is there an umbrella 'fear'?
I would like to suggest that there is - it is the fear of the unknown. This fear feeds the fear of consequences; the fear of rejection; the fear of failure. It gives birth to the little insecurities that help govern our everyday life. 'Do I push through the orange light or brake hard and stop at the red?' 'Do I speak up and say what is on my mind, or keep quiet and let someone else do the speaking?' 'Do I make a decision that leads to a minor change, which may then have a domino effect, resulting in a major change?'
It's speculation. It's the 'what if?' the 'but...' It's the indecisiveness ("maybe I'm indecisive").
It breeds regret. It harvests self-pity and weighs down self-esteem.
Why are we afraid?
What do we have to be afraid of?
Are we happy where we are, what we are doing and don't want change? Change is inevitable. (Resistance is futile.)
WHY?
Why do we ask questions we do not know the answers to?
Why do we ask questions we do not want an answer to?
Why do we ask questions when we know an answer does not exist?
Why do we ask questions at all?
"Where does it come from? This quest - this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving. Not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here." ~ Heroes Season 1 Episode 1
Is it merely human nature?
Just our inquisitive minds?
And does not knowing, not wanting, or knowing an answer does not exist dispell the need or relevance of a question?
What are you afraid of?
It's just a question.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Dilemma
The heartbeat races faster
As it grows closer to the time
The headache proves the tension
Between my heart and mind
Blood rises to the surface
Whenever you're around
Your audience is captivated
They needn't make a sound
So naive to the perceptions
Of the world beyond my own
The ink acts as a reminder
That's why I sing this song
This is my dilemma
Why I cannot make a choice
Between the options laid before me
So I'm singing through the noise
The empty bottle on the table
Beckons just one more
The tunes play through the iPod
"Take me on the floor"
So naive to the perceptions
Of the world beyond my own
The ink acts as a reminder
That's why I sing this song
This is my dilemma
Why I cannot make a choice
Between the options laid before me
So I'm singing through the noise
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
As it grows closer to the time
The headache proves the tension
Between my heart and mind
Blood rises to the surface
Whenever you're around
Your audience is captivated
They needn't make a sound
So naive to the perceptions
Of the world beyond my own
The ink acts as a reminder
That's why I sing this song
This is my dilemma
Why I cannot make a choice
Between the options laid before me
So I'm singing through the noise
The empty bottle on the table
Beckons just one more
The tunes play through the iPod
"Take me on the floor"
So naive to the perceptions
Of the world beyond my own
The ink acts as a reminder
That's why I sing this song
This is my dilemma
Why I cannot make a choice
Between the options laid before me
So I'm singing through the noise
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
Monday, August 18, 2008
You Do Not Own My Hair
You don't own my hair
You don't own my wrist
You don't own my ears
You don't own my speech
You don't own my mind
You don't own my heart
You don't own my soul
You don't own any part
of me
You don't own me
You tell me that I'm your's
You claim that I'm your own
My life belongs to someone else
This time is just a loan
I was not made for this place
But here right now I'll roam
And find some meaning in this life
Though this is not my home
You call me every night
And ask how my day was
The leash pulls around my neck
You choke me all because
You think that I am your's
And claim that I'm your own
You wall me in on all sides
To keep me in your zone
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
You don't own my wrist
You don't own my ears
You don't own my speech
You don't own my mind
You don't own my heart
You don't own my soul
You don't own any part
of me
You don't own me
You tell me that I'm your's
You claim that I'm your own
My life belongs to someone else
This time is just a loan
I was not made for this place
But here right now I'll roam
And find some meaning in this life
Though this is not my home
You call me every night
And ask how my day was
The leash pulls around my neck
You choke me all because
You think that I am your's
And claim that I'm your own
You wall me in on all sides
To keep me in your zone
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
"Psalm 38" (Slipping)
Naked although I'm clothed
Bruised with no sign on pain
Broken but held together
Bleeding but it doesn't stain
Lonely yet surrounded
Deceived but not converted
I speak but do not listen
To a world that is perverted
Like a burden
Too heavy to hold
My heart is anguished
Inside it groans
My heart pounds
My strength fails me
My eyes dim
The light escapes me
I am slipping...
For I am about to fall
My pain is ever with me
Do I have the right to call
I cry out, O God, come quickly
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
Bruised with no sign on pain
Broken but held together
Bleeding but it doesn't stain
Lonely yet surrounded
Deceived but not converted
I speak but do not listen
To a world that is perverted
Like a burden
Too heavy to hold
My heart is anguished
Inside it groans
My heart pounds
My strength fails me
My eyes dim
The light escapes me
I am slipping...
For I am about to fall
My pain is ever with me
Do I have the right to call
I cry out, O God, come quickly
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
December
So much seems hopeless to me
A feeling of indifference it seems
If you can wait till the end of this year
Perhaps I'll be less apathetic my dear
All the rules all the restrictions of this time
Will fall away just as fast as the clock chimes
It's midnight on the first of the last month of '08
Is it too late to love you? I can't sleep, I lie awake
December
Wait for December
[insert 3rd verse here]
December
This December
Now it's over I can't wait
Or have I left it all too late
Will you want to talk to me
About all we can be
Did you even know I cared
And wrote this song for you, I spared;
I spared my love for you alone
But did I get it wrong?
December
In December
But as it stands I am locked into this cage
I can't find the words to write down on this page
All I am, all I feel could never fill the books I own
Cause I can't seem to form a sentence, let alone a song
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
A feeling of indifference it seems
If you can wait till the end of this year
Perhaps I'll be less apathetic my dear
All the rules all the restrictions of this time
Will fall away just as fast as the clock chimes
It's midnight on the first of the last month of '08
Is it too late to love you? I can't sleep, I lie awake
December
Wait for December
[insert 3rd verse here]
December
This December
Now it's over I can't wait
Or have I left it all too late
Will you want to talk to me
About all we can be
Did you even know I cared
And wrote this song for you, I spared;
I spared my love for you alone
But did I get it wrong?
December
In December
But as it stands I am locked into this cage
I can't find the words to write down on this page
All I am, all I feel could never fill the books I own
Cause I can't seem to form a sentence, let alone a song
original lyrics 2008 bricrane
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