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21 June 2006 @ 07:42 pm
three songs  
answers to the music meme from a while back revealed. winkibo and femdog tie at eleven songs each. (your prize is a date with me someday.) many of these songs, i've loved for the longest time, and/or have layers of memories attached to them. like zhenqi, i can't resist posting some lyrics. because, perhaps, songs help us voice out the so many things that we are simply unable to put words to, or dare not say ourselves.


无所谓 (蔡健雅)

爱变成疑问句
写在彼此心里面
不抱歉 不告别
用沈默划上句点
若逃不过思念
把泪藏在梦里面
不去想 不去猜
你窗内那个人是谁

如果相爱过程感觉是千真万确
我想 我要 我喜 我悲
只见你沈默以对
如果那个人弥补你寂寞的空位
我盼 我等 我爱 我恨
你可以都听不见
无所谓 无所谓

i like this song because: the equivalent of 无所谓 in english is one of my favourite/over-used phrases/personal mottos. and, again, of course, we all know that when we say 无所谓, a whole lot of the time, it's really because it matters so damn bloody much. maybe we just hope that if we just keep saying it over and over again, it will eventually stop mattering to us.


不愿是你的烦恼 (金城武)

长长的这条街
我走了好几遍
多希望只是错觉
你又忘了和我还有约
从认识到嘹解
从沉默到拒绝
还需要多少时间
我们才有勇气面对

爱得多深你知道就好
爱得多辛苦我记得就好
所有感情的煎敖
全让我苦让我承受
你可以忘掉
我不愿是你的烦恼

i like this song because: its semi-upbeat tune brings me back to those days where takeshi kaneshiro was still more commonly known as aniki jin. he sported the same floppy hairdo as did all other famous personalities then, like aaron kwok, leon lai, jimmy lin, xiao hu dui, etc. etc. an 8 days article in approximately 1994 termed him as having a puppy-dog personality or something like that. his image was very bright and sunny and adorable and all. i guess he's grown older, his image in the media has somehow changed somewhat drastically, but he's most definitely still as goodlooking as before, and, without a doubt, i still like him, a lot. and, about the song, of course... i think that the rhythm of the chorus, especially at the "所有感情的煎敖 全让我苦让我承受"... the stress on certain words, etc. really emphasises the meaning of the words in the lyrics, with the more even "你可以忘掉 我不愿是你的烦恼" successfully bringing out some sort of an air of resignation, whatever. umm, okay, am i overanalysing already, or is this starting to sound like lit stylistics...


Ode to My Family (The Cranberries)

Understand the things I say
Don't turn away from me
'Cause I spent half my life out there
You wouldn't disagree
D'you see me, d'you see
Do you like me, do you like me standing there
D'you notice, d'you know
Do you see me, do you see me
Does anyone care

Unhappiness, was when I was young
And we didn't give a damn
'Cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother she hold me
Did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Oh he liked me, does anyone care

Understand what I've become
It wasn't my design
And people everywhere think
Something better than I am
But I miss you, I miss
'Cause I liked it, I liked it
When I was out there
D'you know this, d'you know
You did not find me, you did not find
Does anyone care

Unhappiness was when I was young
And we didn't give a damn
'Cause we were raised
To see life as fun and take it if we can
My mother, my mother she hold me
Did she hold me, when I was out there
My father, my father, he liked me
Oh he liked me, does anyone care

Does anyone care

i like this song because: so far, i have three layers of memories attached to it.

(1) i used to listen to/watch this over and over again on mtv as a kid in primary school. it was in semi-black-and-white, and had kids running around, doing the things that kids usually do, and occasionally, they'd turn back and look at the camera, and it'd zoom up on their faces. sometimes they were wide-eyed, looked somewhat fearful, or miserable, or something, sometimes they were happy, cheerful, smiley-eyed, and grinning. i used to wonder if that was the childhood of the singer. i remember she looked kinda weird. but i never understood the lyrics.

(2) 2002, someone in a way allowed me the chance to listen to the song again, after i had long forgotten its existence. i remember, one day, sitting in the marine parade starbucks, miserable and bored out attempting to study for the a's, playing the song on repeat mode on my discman. i messaged him on my then-nokia 8250, and he was playing soccer somewhere. in my confusion of thoughts and feelings and stuff, i wrote him a little note on a starbucks serviette, in my best handwriting, and never meant to give it to him, because it was too raw. i still have it. that night, when we spoke again, being the usual dissonantal(?) me, i believed suddenly that i could let him go. and i did. so many things have happened since. maybe i should never have.

(3) this was 2006, when spending more and more time with eks began opening me up to whole new perspectives i'd never before spent much time pondering over. perhaps i began to shape the lyrics to make sense to my own little world. i began to see "Understand what I've become / It wasn't my design" in a whole new light. i thought about what we had just discussed in the wee hours of last night/this morning. the clean slate we were born as, pure, unblemished, how the hell did we get here? and how do we move on from here? sigh.
 
 
Mood: melancholy
Music: Cranberries - Ode To My Family
 
 
 
(Anonymous) on June 21st, 2006 01:13 pm (UTC)
the clean slate we were born as, pure, unblemished, how the hell did we get here? and how do we move on from here?

indeed.
a little less than the girl next doorin_transit on June 21st, 2006 05:44 pm (UTC)
not the first time that i have no answers. *wistful laugh*