"These Days" - Foo Fighters Oh Foo, my boo. Let's hope they hear you. Loud and clear. Hiding over there. They'll play you out I'm sure. When they too, realize there's no cure. But I heard it when I needed to and isn't that what music is supposed to do? To heal you? Well, this? All of this here? Helped relieved my sudden fear of trying again. And when I do? And they come back, dear Foo. I just won't be here for them. Lyrics: One of these days the ground will drop out from beneath your feet One of these days your heart will stop and play its final beat One of these days the clocks will stop and time won't mean a thing One of these days their bombs will drop and silence everything But it's alright Yeah it's alright I said it's alright Easy for you to say Your heart has never been broken Your pride has never been stolen Not yet not yet One of these days I bet your heart'll be broken I bet your pride'll be stolen I bet ...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.