Jade Time

Ok so I was going to do a post with this song as my inspiration… but thinking about now, I'm pretty sure I have used this as a post already… so I'm not going to say much about it… this is another brilliant cover…. The lyrics and melody are just….gah!!! They just go together, the first time I heard the original my heart melted…. It's just a truly beautiful song…. This cover is done by Sid Sriram whose voice texture brings so much soul into the song it's impossible to not feel something when you listen… check out his official youtube page
http://www.youtube.com/user/sidsrirammusic

 
Hey so this is a bit different, I'm not going to write….it's just bout the music this time. I have a thing for covers, it's kinda scary and I'm more inclined to like covers more than originals. I just feel that when people other than the artists themselves sing the song there's somehow more emotion. Covers are usually sung by fans of the artists or by people who are touched by the lyrics of the songs….. so there's always that extra effort to do justice to the song or to really just express themselves…. But this cover is not just bout the cover… its bout the song, I am a massive fan of Frank Ocean and my music life and taste has changed for the better ever since I downloaded his mixtape. Novacane is a track I just cannot get sick of….you all know I'm one for numbing myself and the lyrics of this track are so deep! it's so easy to just get carried away with the head bumping melody and forget the story he is telling… this upcoming artist does so much justice to this song, he was very close to taking me away from the original but nothing can separate me and Mr Ocean J. Definitely double click on the youtube video to see more of his work… JRAquino…. His voice is like velvet, and over this acoustic melody it's just lush lush lush!!! I've had it on repeat for a good while now. Hopefully this acoustic cover will help you zone in on the beautiful lyrics… here's his official youtube page link
http://www.youtube.com/user/JRAquinomusic#p/u/4/DAejZlZX2Kw

When last did you find it hard sleeping alone?

When last was your mind corrupted with fear and worry after hours of silence?

When last were you unable to make it through something difficult on your own?

When last were you not generally lethargic?

When last…?


 
These questions need to be answered because time is passing and they are not noticing…

Noticing that it is no longer there.

The only presence they have become accustomed to is the absence … still can't see it

No it's not an elephant in the room but neither is it an ant,

Rather just a thing that the two have cleverly learned how to move around without moving it.

So you can't really say ignoring, more like adapting.

No the love isn't gone it's still very much there… when they decide to tap into it.

Perhaps it's lost its control or maybe their minds have somehow out grown the strength of it

perhaps…

It has been said before… it has been brought up in passing conversation between the two…

It only led to pleading and grovelling… he was sick with fear… couldn't put it pass himself to really understand.

Fear can make you forget the aftermath of today that will spill into the consequences of tomorrow.

She could spell it out here for him in bold capital but he would never bother to look…so she doesn't

Words on deaf ears… or on the dead…she suspects the fear has killed off his mind…

He looks but doesn't see, just like he listens but doesn't hear.

You see he has become accustomed to a certain picture…. His future

And the fear of instability so great that he is unable to question the weight of happiness in said future.

No one likes change they say…

So she is quite happy to stay with a man that cannot find his way back to her heart,

And he is only too happy to have her as the missing piece to his picture.

He does not see her…. Only the completeness of his picture.


 
Picture lacks maintenance and has begun to disintegrate…

It's fading away…

He can't see it but she can…

She could tell him but he will hear and not listen

She could point but he will look and not see

She could show him but he will touch and not feel.


 
When last did you sleep?

When last did you pray to see the morning?

When last did you wish for his presence when you felt around in the dark?

When last were you there?

When last….

I wish to write about love, but I'm afraid my words fail me again.

I must admit that I am lost, perhaps this is love.

The lost feeling you get, the dread you feel… I don't know.

I wish to write about love but I'm afraid my words fail me…


 
Are we met to feel this way?

Should I wish myself in a hole where I can die numb?

Free from pain…

Love, the necessity that can kill.


 
I do not understand how something that can kill you is called a necessity…

My brain or train of thought too fragile and narrow to accommodate or grasp such logic.

Perhaps.

A world without love, I cannot put my figure on what might be wrong with that picture.

You can not mourn the absence of something you have never felt.

We would be none the wiser in such a world.

Free from the clutches of SHE that claims us ruthlessly

SHE that always prevails at our expense,

Never mind the rising numbers of casualties.

Is that what we should feel or have we somehow missed the prescribed formula.

Love is for the brave, it has to be… surely you understand that your life is at stake,

And they do say love is a losing game.


 
We have been given will from birth, so why not choice in this matter?


 
I am not the brave and my heart is weak, I lack comprehension amidst clarity.

I would like to be opted out of this war between HER and one's self.

I wish to be free from ever falling into HER clutches, she is unforgiving.

Douse me in the blood that will allow her to pass me over, unseen.

But alas… no such choice has ever been given, only will.

But even with will we still come up short against HER.

Pardon me… I seem to have lost my train of thought…


 
Yes I am in HER… love

But I'm afraid I have been played an unfair deal…

The object of my affection is away

Away from me

So it is pain…

Never familiar but constant…

It quickens the tempo of the evolving need inside of me.


 
I am haggard and seek relief selfishly… but she is not obliging.

I am very deep and there are no walls for me to crawl.

I am trying to stay afloat but my legs and arms threaten to fail me…

I have realised that to end this I must end me… drown.

Go down below where water offers comfort to the swallowed ones.


 
I am connected to HER, she appears to be my life line.

To rid myself of HER I must rid myself of me.

I am HER unwilling vessel…

Tarnished on the outside but SHE remains safe and untouched inside.

This is where my will comes in… my substitution for choice.

I stop and sink… hoping that the gushing waters invading my insides drown HER.

It does… SHE drowns

But so do I…

Love, the necessity that can kill.


 

  
I need to talk to you outside….

He was obliging and walked with me…

The silent anger had consumed him and I could see the caution lines vibrating of him.

It was a struggle…

But I was not myself either and didn't have the time to take in his present state.

I was angry and I could feel the senseless scream roughly caressing my throat.

It was digressing.

There were tears but I couldn't feel them.

I was irritated with myself for being angry with no direction.

There was nowhere to put them all and i couldn't be a vessel anymore I sought peace of mind. It would spew out of me and I needed a blank canvas to take my violent colours of fear, pain, bitterness, jealously and growing contempt. I needed a forgiving… he stood in front of me again but I had been crying for too long so I was unaware that his mercy and tolerance had run out. It was routine now… I needed a release, he was ugly to me now…. My emotional regurgitation hung all over him with nine directed at him. He was the cross bearer for the ones before him… but I was selfish and couldn't see past his sincerity. Still heavy with the wounds of before…. I was consumed with pain and felt nothing else. They should have healed but I no longer knew how to cater to myself after giving so much in the past…. So now they had become infected. He met me this way… sat with me on the grey days and watched me at my most shameful…. I bled; I cried… cold sweats trickled down my neglected skin…. I was sick but so hurtful to those that offered. After taking one violent bashing they usually all left….. I'd let the familiar blanket of self-pity clothe me again… I stunk…. It was of stale heart ache and decayed love… it was disgusting and kept most wanderers at bay. Most…. But not him… he sat with me every day and spoke to me about a light I could never remember seeing… he claimed that he saw it in me and that was what kept him coming back…. He took all my hits and though I could see the impact on him, he was silent…. This ruined the little satisfaction I gained from it… was not long before resentment followed…. I despised him and the good he promoted… I loathed the admiration in his voice when he spoke of me and the awe in his eyes when he looked at me… I was stubborn so I didn't let him touch me… my infections had become worse… I could feel them killing parts of me but I still kept him at bay…. He could fix me… I felt it once when he touched me, it was brief but reliving…. I'd have to let him in of course if I really wanted to be fixed… but I didn't have it in me…. Whatever was coming to finish me off was awfully close before he arrived…. He stood in front of me now… it was routine…

She stood there… I knew what was coming

I was tired… but something kept me coming back…

I didn't know what it was… she was ruined from her past

It showed all over her…

I had never met someone who bore EVERYTHING on the outside before….

At first I was fascinated, intrigued… but now

I was tired…

Weeks on end I had dedicated to her, I thought I was helping her.

She was beyond….

It would take a voyage to get her back but I was only one man,

A slave to his own beliefs… but today…

Today I was tired.

I didn't wait for it…

She had to be grabbed… there was a need for aggressiveness.

I had to get to her forcefully… I couldn't help from the distance she permitted me.


 
The force was unexpected,

The touch was unfamiliar, it hurt.

His hands were directly on my wounds… but he was touching.

It was rough… I felt surprised.

The dead thing in my chest gave a jolt.

It was like shocks through me…. It hurt.

Something was flowing in me now… I felt oddly connected to the rest of my body

This hurt too…

He looked different.

He was screaming something at me…he was angry

I hadn't seen it on anyone else for a while… I was

I was sad…. It hurt

I was distracted again by what was going on inside me.

He's hands were still on me…

It still hurt… but it was softened with purpose.

I was opening up and he could touch me… was touching me

I was healing …it was different

I was overwhelmed and felt my legs give way

I was fast approaching my comfort zone…. The ground

But he caught me…. It was welcomed

He touched me out of hurt…. But I it was my healing….

This is to revive them, bring them back into me….

We all know that sex sells and though I have never been in the business

I do feel the growing need for an audience,

So, this is to revive them…

Come all for I am here to discuss the universal thing that we all share nowadays…

It used to be love, but hey, sex sells and who am I to say different.

I just want an audience and people to 'oooh' and 'aaaah' at appropriate or inappropriate comments.

So F**K D*** PU*** C**K and the kitchen sink… right?

It's the sorta stuff we flock towards without any other reason but to be seen as modern and with the times…

Despite the fact that the 'times' are actually the end…. Yes I do believe it too.

So what better way to live than through more desperate measures?

Do what you would never have done instead of what you should do because it is all about living every possible version of you quickly….

Let's pretend that the things of the old have no effect of us,

Let's move with the times.

Let's pretend like there's no such thing as personal space anymore as every waking thought must be passed on…

And not passed on as an heirloom but passed on like faeces…

Something that you must rid yourself of before reason threatens you.

Nothing is sacred anymore and every heart felt emotion from one to another must by all means be replied with a shrug.

The generation of indifference….yup! That's us right here!

Oh look half a nation has been washed out naturally but sure that's all the way on the other side.

Shrug!

It will blow over….

Hey why so serious… it's all jokes.

The world can't end today because it's already tomorrow in Australia.

Live like today like its your last day.. let's be reckless, no need to invest in emotions for tomorrow… it's uncertain

Something to revive them, bring them back to me…. I don't want to be private.

Come on I've got something to share, touch my every passing thought… they all have heart beats….

Feel the hardness of pain knotting in my chest, yes I know, realness right?

It's all within, but watch me rip myself from the inside so I can wear it all on the outside.

The sudden need to be so accessible to anything and anyone is so overwhelming we forget that we actually do care.

The need to know that in our deepest state of madness someone still finds us coherent is uncanny.

We need it…

At the mercy of strangers…..

Uncertainty has never sat well with our being but we can't be seen as weak and backwards….

So, instead we attempt to get hooked on our own adrenaline of things we have no depth for….

I want to revive them! Bring them back into me ….so I'll say just about anything…even the truth…

I'm scared and I'm losing focus…. I just need one person to touch me and say 'me too'…

'Me too'