I Could Sing of Your Love Forever

(My notes: This is one of my favorite songs. It reminds of a bigger picture of love most people cannot easily see in our daily lives; that is agape love. I can always dance with joy in this divine love. There is so much peace and courage in this song.)

Wake Me Up

Bring Me To Life lyrics

"How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead
It back home

(wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I Can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I Can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

(wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I Can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I Can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch without you love
Darling only you are the light among the dead

All of this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life

(wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I Can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I Can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life"


( My notes: I had a dream about earthquake or something last night and just happened to watch this video this morning. It is a good portrait of my struggle in the dream.)

Little Waltz

"You and I, we make a grand salute
stare at each other like lost little birds across the room
and I remember the way you looked
I learned how to dance, but I'd never shown it to you

my love,
I know I was wrong, but you know that you'll always be
my love
stay for a while while our leaves are still green
please, for me

I know I tried, but it's hard sometimes
the roots don't take, it takes a while
and you pull at the strings
but they're broken, it seems
the dance isn't over for me, no

my love,
I know I was wrong, but you know that you'll always be
my love
stay for a while while our leaves are still green
please, for me"

Leslie Cheung -- a Bi-sexual Singer

Leslie Cheung (12 September 1956 – 1 April 2003) was an actor and musician from Hong Kong. Cheung was considered as 'One of the founding fathers of Cantopop," and "combining a hugely successful film and music career'.

In 2000, Cheung was named Asian Biggest Superstar by China Central Television, and voted as The Most Favorite Actor in 100 Years of Chinese Cinema in 2005.

Cheung was bisexual and once said in an interview in Time magazine: 'It's more appropriate to say I'm bisexual. I've had girlfriends. When I was 22 or so, I asked my girlfriend Teresa Mo to marry me.'

Despite numerous tabloid rumors, he denied his homosexual/bi-sexual orientation for the first half of his career, until his stance relaxed considerably after emigrating to Vancouver. In the early 1990s he became one of the few Hong Kong actors who dared to play gay characters on screen.

--- From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Notes: I have no comments on the gay culture. I simply observe it as an interesting part of sociology.

Leonard Cohen and Things about Poetry

The other day, I got an email message from a friend. It was about Leonard Cohen's words I quoted to my blog. I didn't know Leonard Cohen until I heard his songs " Dance me to the end of love" and " Famous blue raincoat". I liked his lyrics first and then his deep magnetic voice. He became one of my favorite singers ever since then. That was last year. Cohen's works deal with love, religion, and complex interpersonal relationships. I spent many nights listening to " Famous blue raincoat" as if I were Leonard himself sitting on the balcony of an apartment deep into the night , totally trapped in these two typical human emotions: love and hatred. " What can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? " The lyric shows the complicated feelings a man has when he finds out that his best buddy has stolen his woman. It takes human sensitiveness ---- the inner oracle of of a man's heart, where there is courage , to forgive . I think this song is typical of L. Cohen's works.

I am always into poetry, but I seldom follow a specific poet. It is bits and pieces of the language in the poems that fascinate me. Poetry surely has its effects on our society, and personally speaking, it has made me sensitive and emotional as a woman. However, I don't have theoretical views on poetry, and reading poems is merely a way of entertaining myself. I very much like what my friend says about Leonard and poetry in the email.

Here it is:

"Just a note to let you know you I check your blog daily for new entries. I very much like your poets’ thumbnail corner. Of course, it helps that L. Cohen is one of my favorite poets/songwriters/singers. I hope you continue or expand this feature of your blog and hope again that my review, as one, soon echo with the support of millions. But, one is enough for a writer when a reader, by existential accident, stumbles upon their words-enthralled: mysterious to behold, that out of all possibilities, that for a short section of time, the writer lived in climaxed transcendental copulation with a reader.

Poetry forms a noble equilibrium between the conceptually paradoxical such as; ‘money talks’ on one end of a mythical scale to the perceptually obvious; ‘a dog with a tin can tied to its tail is no philosopher’ on the other end. It is for this reason, we are blessed by poets who took the time, they no longer have, but were glad to take when they were rich with a vocabulary, to make into rhyme, what they itched to scribble, those words they now have forgotten. Poetry helps our intellect and spirit form a polished, intricately coherent and supportive proof for the reasons of our existence in a terminally chaotic world and the biological inevitability of death. Poems are truth, the simple essence of life, and when written in the language of forgiveness and compassion gives gladness when we find ourselves in them: asking for and taking nothing. Poetry guides our search for our truth, as we share our stories and slip a little nearer to understanding the sorrows of common failure of human motives and as we fumble toward the language of empathy. Those choice tidbits of gossip, impetuous enthusiasms, scraps of prejudice, semantic twists of persuasion, favored theories; all the transient junk in our lives is flushed from our souls to give a glimpse of what life’s crisp and sparkling perfection could be."

My special thanks go to my friend who sent me the email. I appreciate his consent for posting these words here, and I respect his insightful mind and erudition. He is my teacher and my friend

My notes: This article used to stay at another blog site of mine which is meant for private stuff. I am releasing this in Michelle's scrapbook today, since quite a few of my friends like L. Cohen. Am I a private person? Haha... I don't mind sharing anyway. After I embedded the youtube video, it has become a bit noisy --- in a nice way, but it doesn't fit into " Fish in the water" anymore.

The Darkest Winter

The Darkest Winter ( Lyrics)

---- Sonata Nocturna

I can feel the silence of the wind
like a nightingale that never sings
Widows of the the light is all I see
the darkest winter memory remains

Lonely, afraid them, the voices of wood
calling me through the window...silent night.
Darkness, tenderness, the sadness of hope,
in my heart I can feel the cold...

I can feel the silence of the wind
like a nightingale that never sings
Widows of the the light is all I see
the darkest winter memory remains

Dying, the rainbow will never appear
with the snow in my hands, I scream in tears.
Blindly, I tremble like a lonely wolf
lost in dark paradise of night.

I can feel the silence of the wind
like a nightingale that never sings;
signs of sorrow flow from within.
My heart is dying, the flame suffocates,
the snow is falling down and I am breaking down,
from this valley of tears to the eternity.
And there is no sun...my world becoming black
The beauty is dark, like feelings of my heart;
I feel alone...

Lacrimosa...Do you like it?

I went to visit one of my teacher friends today and was introduced to Lacrimosa. Lacrimosa is a dual band that plays German Gothic Metal music. I really enjoyed some of their music like "Darkness" and "Not every pain hurts". I hope I can share with someone who really likes this band and understands their type of music For me. their music is "every rose has its thorn" type of thing.

I am still interested in discovering music of different genres. I have to say music is truly my kind of moving experience with the world !

Here are the lyrics of the song "Not every pain hurts":

When you have the will
You learn to forgive and to forget
You have to -
Collect the broken pieces and
Humble hearted
Stand up from the place where you hide
If I wouldn't know to miss anything
It couldn't hurt me no more
Mistakes taught to build life
From the ashes that fell down to ground

Without any pain it wouldn't be the same
Experiences made me strong -
Not every pain hurts
Deep inside
When you learn to divide
Don't fear the danger
Follow your heart to the light
Live your dream and breath

When you listen to yourself
Don't always expect
To find understanding
It takes time
You may loose your faith
But don't be afraid
To find the solution

That heavy wasn't my load
That I wouldn't also try
To carry yours
My burning heart - unbearable!
My optimistic mind - collapsed!

Without any pain it wouldn't be the same
Experiences made me strong -
Not every pain hurts
Deep inside
When you learn to divide
Don't fear the danger
Follow your heart to the light
Live your dream and breath

Not every pain hurts
Deep inside
When you learn to divide
Don't fear the danger
Follow your heart to the light
Live your dream and learn to carry on
(Picture from http://cn.last.fm)