When It Rains…

October 30, 2006 at 9:32 am (Music)

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to not be sad at the sight of rain. Coincidentally, the lowest points in my life have been drenched by memories made in the rain. So now, while a typhoon rages through the country, as I battle against my “mother-complex complications”, as I desperately hold on from going beyond the brink of my pain threshold–I welcome the rain. Because it weeps for the tears I can never shed and it washes over with painful gentleness, these fissures in my deeply scarred heart.

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 Wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See a liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I’d screamed out loud,
Instead I’ve found no meaning.

I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.

I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
I wish I would save my soul.
I’m so cold from fear.

I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.

Tears and rain
Far, Far away;find comfort in pain
All pleasures the same: it just keeps me from trouble
Its more than just words; its just tears and rain

Tears & Rain by James Blunt from the album, Back to Bedlam

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I’m crumbling, I’m running, I’m shaking, I’m breaking…make the rain stop…

2 Comments

  1. Oliver Queen said,

    October 30, 2006 at 9:48 am

    The greater your capacity for love, the greater your tendency to feel the pain. It is not that you have loved too much, but it is that you have loved too well for your own good.

    “Hunger, love, pain, fear are some of those inner forces which rule the individual’s instinct for self preservation.” – Albert Einstein

    Cheer up, you are not alone in this fight. =)

  2. Weee-eee-eee-eee said,

    October 31, 2006 at 12:02 pm

    Raindrops are falling on my head
    I’m just like a guy whose feet are too big for his bed
    Nothin´ seems to fit
    Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

    So I just did me some talking to the sun
    And I said I didn´t like the way he got things done
    Sleeping on the job
    Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

    But there´s one thi-i-ing I know
    The blues they send to meet me won´t defeat me
    It won´t be long till happiness steps up to gree-ee-eet me

    ‘Cau-au-ause raindrops keep falling on my head
    Hahh, but that doesn´t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
    Cryin´s not for me
    ´Cause I´m never gonna stop the rain by complaining
    Because I´m free-ee-ee-ee-ee
    Nothings worrying me-ee-ee

    Raindrops keep falling on my head
    Hahh, but that doesn´t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
    Cryin´s not for me
    ´Cause I´m never gonna stop the rain by complaining
    Because I´m free-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
    Nothin´s worrying me-ee-ee

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