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Fell on black days...RIP Chris Cornell



Bend in the Road

In a bend in the road
I’m too lost and tired
To see where I’m going
What I left behind
And I’m moving
So slow
Don’t know when I’ll arrive
So put a bend in the road
I’m growing tired
Of straight lines

I set off for the shore
And I finally slipped away
From the ones i adored
And the place i was raised
And I rode down the road
Just to watch it go by
And when and where is love?
Maybe nowhere tonight

Everyone needs a touch
Or a shoulder for crying
The say love is a crutch
I say love is blind
And that’s all that she needed
But I could not supply
When a bend in the road
Put it out of my mind

There was a strange little girl
Who was everything I ever dreamed
I could love or be loved by

So put a bridge
Or a hill
Or a forest of pines
Or a river of blue
I can run along side
I’ll sleep when it’s night
I follow all the signs
Just put a bend in the road
I’m growing tired of straight lines
Put a bend in the road
I’m growing tired of straight lines

It'd be wrong and incredible cruel to quote Pretty Noose; but yet another artist foreshadowed their death years prior in lyrics. Yes, I compile these things. I dunno if it helps me deal or what. There are a few other of his too, as with others. People lay things totally bare and no one sees anything. Until it's too late. Maybe they themselves don't even see it, just view it as art from their subconscious or something they read, saw, heard, etc.

I'm still in the WHAT?! NO! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! stage. A bit ago I mused how Layne Staley, Kurt Cobain, Scott Weiland, were all gone before their time, amongst others. Those 3 are relative today because I started listening to 'em all with Soundgarden around the the same time. Badmotorfinger was on repeat interchanged with Alice in Chains, Stone Temple Pilots, and Nirvana, for about a year. My Lincoln Street basement apartment. Hearing anything from Badmotorfinger I can smell the black cherry candles and sandalwood incense I'd burn.

I sit here in tears for yet another artist I never personally met, but affected me profoundly in my life. Badmotorfinger helped me with severe depression. Superunknown gave me hope in life. His lyrics really touched me emotionally, more so than I ever realized until today. I could relate to many of them.

Saw this first after Bowie. Still true, though there's really not much left of me to die. Listening to Badmotorfinger today has compounded things and made the knife turn a little deeper.

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Some people might be successful, seem to have everything, yet still be missing something. Wealth, fame, these are not shields for depression, angst, suicide. In John Taylor's autobiography he wrote how after shows were the most depressing time for him, and the time he was most apt to abuse drugs [before he got help]. From thousands of fans singing along, enjoying themselves, to being alone in an empty hotel room. A stark contrast that might be the final straw to shatter a fragile psyche.

Fans are in grief, but one cannot imagine what his family and friends are going through, and will continue to go through. Send them peace, love, and light.

This song always seemed to play when The Loft, bar in Kent, was closing. It reminds me of good times. Cluttered table with empty pitches, glasses, and singing drunkenly along, even though the lyrics are sort of dark. "Would you cry for me?" Yes. Yes, I most certainly have and will.



Beauty, pathos, pain, hope, all encapsulated in one haunting song.



Sunshower Lyrics

Dark as roses, fine as sand
Feel your healing and your sting again
I hear you laughing and my soul is saved
On forgotten graves you cry

Crawl like ivy up my spine
Through my nerves and into my eyes
Cuts like anguish
Or recollections of better days gone by

But it's all right
When you're caught in pain
And you feel the rain come down
It's all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
It's all right
Though your garden's grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower

Eyes like oceans so far away
A feather trail to a better way
Worried mornings turn into days
Then into worried nights

But it's all right
When you're all in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Oh it's all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Oh it's all right
Though your garden's grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
Oh in the sweet sunshower
Oh in the sweet sunshower
In the sweet sunshower

I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower
And it's all right
All you'll be you are today
Are today
It's all right
All you'll be you are today
Are today.........



"No one sings like you anymore." Tragically true. May he have found the peace he sought.

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