'Closer to you' is a song by Brandie Carlile. In my mind the song is about unrequited love, about how she goes home to her beloved, embarks on a journey when he calls her.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNYOea9eRPo
She sings:
"And when the seasons change again then I will too
I just want to be closer to you"
"Someday we might learn to tell the truth
We might even find the fountains of our youth
We all needed something real we all need proof
I just want to be closer to you"
Beautiful lyrics. Inspired me to pen this down:
Closer to you
The phone rings an invite.
Your single call pulls me.
Rushed byes, my journey begins,
A sailor off to sea.
Aboard the packed bus
Amidst all the din
I'm free, exhilarated.
I glow, I smile, I sing.
Another kind of life,
Other ways to live.
In your land, I am
a foreign native.
I don't know why
In your abode alone,
I feel safe, sound-
I am home.
I leave home to come home, to you.
From: Bangalore, Karnataka, India
About me: Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all. I choose the former.
Once upon a time,
when the universe was mine..
Thursday, April 02, 2009
posted by Anamika Anyone at 6:06 pm
One of my all time favourites!
Here are the words:
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen… "
What's amazing is that this does not feel like preaching.
Here are the words:
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen… "
What's amazing is that this does not feel like preaching.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
posted by Anamika Anyone at 10:05 pm
Have you ever listened to Coldplay's 'Viva la Vida' while you gazed out of an airplane window, at the setting Sun high in the sky? It is a profound experience.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Viva la Vida is a song based on regret and repentance. As I listen to it, I can't help but review past mistakes. I was such a dusch. :) But yes, I also wonder at the wonders of life.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
It was a majestic sight. All I couls see was fluffy clouds bathed in a deep orange light. At the horizon there was a briliant Sun, in all its setting glory, sendings rivers of orange all over the sky.
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
The plane started to descend. I could see small sharp pricks of light down below. The Earth was beginning to light up.
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
I could make out tall buildings and wide grounds.
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
Roads. Lit on the sides. Snaking, coiling. Hundreds of cars, moving slowly. The early evening traffic. Home.
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
I listened and watched, eyes wide with wonder, everything else quite forgotten. Es war wie ein Traum.
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
The flight captain's voice broke the reverie. 'We will soon be arriving at the airport. The emparature outside is 26 degrees.' Snap – and back to the real world. Damn!
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Viva la Vida is a song based on regret and repentance. As I listen to it, I can't help but review past mistakes. I was such a dusch. :) But yes, I also wonder at the wonders of life.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
It was a majestic sight. All I couls see was fluffy clouds bathed in a deep orange light. At the horizon there was a briliant Sun, in all its setting glory, sendings rivers of orange all over the sky.
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
The plane started to descend. I could see small sharp pricks of light down below. The Earth was beginning to light up.
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
I could make out tall buildings and wide grounds.
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
Roads. Lit on the sides. Snaking, coiling. Hundreds of cars, moving slowly. The early evening traffic. Home.
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
I listened and watched, eyes wide with wonder, everything else quite forgotten. Es war wie ein Traum.
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
The flight captain's voice broke the reverie. 'We will soon be arriving at the airport. The emparature outside is 26 degrees.' Snap – and back to the real world. Damn!
Labels: songs
Sunday, February 17, 2008
posted by Anamika Anyone at 6:30 pm
.. but thats not the only thing I love about her. Check out her cute accent!
P.S: New post by the scarlet woman!
P.S: New post by the scarlet woman!
Labels: cho chweet, Cleopatra Stratan, songs
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
posted by Anamika Anyone at 10:20 pm
..... Malgudi.
More about the magical village.
The very first episode:
More about the magical village.
The very first episode:
Labels: Books, family, goodtimes, malgudi, songs, thanathanananana
Thursday, June 21, 2007
posted by Anamika Anyone at 3:04 pm
I love this title.
Anyway, I'm sorry I've not been blogging more, I'm going places, literally. More about my adventures later. This is a list of the songs that I burned:
Love me or Hate me - Lady Sovereign
C'est la vie - Bewitched
Toxic - Britney Spears (What can I say..)
Watch me shine - Vanessa Carlton
No worries - Simon Webbe (He's coming to Hyderabad, but not to Bangalore???)
This love - Maroon 5 (Thanks to Pooja and Shru. Maroon 5 rocks!)
I want to have your babies - Natasha Bedingfield
These words are my own - Natasha Bedingfield
You give love a bad name - Bon Jovi (Thanks to Suni)
Makes me wonder - Maroon 5
Lay your hands - Simon Webbe
Wait a Minute - Pussycat Dolls
Holiday - Green Day (Thanks again to Pooja and Shru. Green Day rocks too!)
Cupid's chokehold - Gym Class Heroes (Just listen to this.)
Reason - Hoobastank
Wonderwall - Oasis
She will be loved - Maroon 5
Boulevard of broken dreams - Green Day
Wake me up when September ends - Green Day
Big girls don't cry - Fergie
And I've named this collection Sylar.
I don't know.
P.S:I won't be here for some more days, but panic not, I'll come back. By the way, Nothingman, my next story's ready :)
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
posted by Anamika Anyone at 1:28 am
...but this song makes me feel thirteen.
Song:'Cest la vie' by Bewitched
Song:'Cest la vie' by Bewitched
Labels: allthingsfrench, gilmore, songs
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
posted by Anamika Anyone at 11:35 pm
Ok, I don't want to sound all drooly, but I can't help it. This is a good song. God, its good. And I probably have a crush on Daniel Powter.
Labels: Daniel Powter, happyness, sad, songs
Monday, February 12, 2007
posted by Anamika Anyone at 7:45 pm
I just burned an audio CD that has the following songs in the following order:
Beep by The pussycat Dolls
All I want for Christmas by Mariah Carey
Dirty little secret by The all American rejects
Walk like an Egyption by The Bangles
Buttons by The pussycat dolls
Cinderella Ost The cheetah girls
Irreplaceable by Beyonce
I'm alive by Celine Dion
Promiscious girl by Nelly Furtado
London Bridge by Fergie
Uptown girl by Billy Joel
Hollaback girl by Gwen Stefani
Wind it up by Gwen Stefani
Superstar by Jamelia
We didn't start the fire by Billy Joel
Pump it by The black eyed peas
Smack that by Akon
Rich girl by Gwen Stefani
Walk away by Kelly Clarkson
Don't cha by The pussycat dolls
Beep by The pussycat Dolls
All I want for Christmas by Mariah Carey
Dirty little secret by The all American rejects
Walk like an Egyption by The Bangles
Buttons by The pussycat dolls
Cinderella Ost The cheetah girls
Irreplaceable by Beyonce
I'm alive by Celine Dion
Promiscious girl by Nelly Furtado
London Bridge by Fergie
Uptown girl by Billy Joel
Hollaback girl by Gwen Stefani
Wind it up by Gwen Stefani
Superstar by Jamelia
We didn't start the fire by Billy Joel
Pump it by The black eyed peas
Smack that by Akon
Rich girl by Gwen Stefani
Walk away by Kelly Clarkson
Don't cha by The pussycat dolls
Labels: songs