Monthly Archives: May 2015

Fall Of Man


It was a 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, revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate, just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king?- Coldplay in “Viva La Vida”

Don’t we all? Don’t we all want to be The Man, the king, the leader of the pack? Well, maybe some of us would want that a little less than others. We’re all passionate about different things after all and on my earlier posts I’ve talked about the dangers of passion, making reference to a certain song containing lyrics that go; “Passion chokes the flower, ’til she cries no more, possessing all of her beauty, hungry still for more”. It’s in our best interest to be careful of the things we’re passionate about and why we’re passionate about such things, If the driving force behind our passion is not for the greater good of the people around us, our fellow brothers and sisters, if our passion is centred by our selfishness, the good in it is bound to be swallowed up along with ourselves… ’til we cry no more.


They say money is the root to all evil, I say that’s not the case, yes, I can use a handful of biblical references and how Evil has been around much longer than money, using time to support my argument, instead I’ll make a suggestion, perhaps it’s our passion for money that drives us to do things that go against our morals as humans. Yes we all need money, yet there’s a fine line between need and greed. It’s the conversations we have with ourselves that make us, that break us. It’s evaluating the things we want, how much we want these things and why we want them that may keep us on track. If you’re not willing to be part of the pack or work for those who follow then you’re bound to fall off, your selfish passion will be your doom.

I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word, now in the morning I sweep alone, sweep the streets that I used to own– Coldplay in “Viva La Vida”


Let’s be careful of the things we’re passionate about, the reasons for our passion and how much of it, of ourselves we give for Earthly glory. Don’t let it control who you are.

Inspired by: Is the Leader a Diva? by RichSimmonds


Curiosity Healed The Cat


People mistake talking passionately about whatever subject for being a know it all. I can only speak for myself when I say I love being questioned and I love asking questions just as long as I’m given a chance to assume first just so I can feel like a (bad word)-hole later when I find that I was wrong. It makes for a shameful yet colourfully creative journey. Look at “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, the biggest grunge song of all time. It’s title came about when someone painted/wrote on a wall (A real brick and cement wall); “Kurt smells like teen spirit” I wont get into the details of what that actually meant and what Kurt thought it meant, mostly because I’d like to think we all already know…. This post is about to take a weird turn. Watch it.

I’ve learnt that sometimes the best way to teach someone about something is to ask that someone about that something rather than telling that someone about that something, that’s when you’ll find that sometimes that someone who needed to be taught is actually you. We live and we learn, questioning is a fundamental tool to grounding oneself into this knowledge fertile soil we know as growth.

Amongst a few other artists, Sam Smith owned 2014 as far as music goes, though I’m not much of a fan I can never deny his talent lyrically or vocally, personally the only thing I really appreciated about his work was a five word lyric/sentence from his smash hit “Stay”, the part where he goes “Why am I so emotional?”; That sense of self-reflection or self-evaluation is hectically profound in my ears, He’s ASKING himself something. Asking generally means that you don’t know and admitting to yourself that your don’t know is naturally the first step to knowing, to growing, to pulling yourself together, to go on.

Having an intimate conversation with ourselves is something we all do, it’s how we function, it’s how we make decisions to go on and when that is cleverly incorporated into a song, we can’t ignore it, we can’t help but all stop and pay attention.

“So this is it? I sold my soul for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? No, When I see… When I see Stars that’s all they are”- FUN.

I couldn’t wrap this post up without mentioning “Some Nights” by FUN. The song embodies self-reflection, evaluating one’s life and deciding which path to take for one’s betterment. This number is also the last Alternative/Rock number to top The Billboard Hot 100 charts… or is it?


‘Til She Cries No More

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Courtesy of Supergirl


Sugar, We’re Going Down is one of those numbers that still cheers me up regardless of its uncheerful subject. Of course like many good numbers it can be interpreted a hundred different ways but none is cheerful nor positive. One way of interpreting this jam is to explore lines like; “I’ll be your number one with a bullet” and the gravity these eight words carry… murder being our first suspect. We’ve all at some point paged through the newspaper or turned on the radio to hear a story about a protagonist shooting the lover then turning the gun on themself…. (That) Sugar, We’re Going Down, if I find you cheating or if you want to leave me because I’m no longer your number one, I’ll make myself your number one with a bullet (kind of vibe). So it goes on.

When heartbreak strikes, things aren’t alway fast tracked with death, a murder, but a rather slow deathless death, A spiritual death. We start this one with a story about a young girl who lost herself to the world, once heavenly, her soul butchered to be one with the Earthly soil… okay, maybe that was a bit over the top… Let’s try a different approach…

I shouldn’t laugh but I know I’m a failure in your eyes, I know it’s daft but I guess I know it deep inside“- Biffy Clyro in “Black Chandelier”

Being human means you’re alive, being alive means you have expectations for yourself. Our story is about a girl named Julie, Julie expected nothing but the best from the world, to her own devices, happiness shot her like a bullet in the vein, like a smoking gun cooling down her tears showered down her once cheerful cheeks as they settle down to her despare, the man of her dreams broke her heart… She had made him her everything, she made him her hopes and dreams, left without anything she now roams the streets, wilted, without any control of her tomorrow she is now a victim of unstable frown freaks bargaining for her temple.

“You left my heart like an abandoned car, old and worn, no use at all, but I used to be free“- Biffy Clyro in “Black Chandelier”

Once upon a time, she was in control, her body was never sold but gladly and freely surrendered to her one and only lover, those days are no more, now a whore, she will never sever. Licking back the tag, her body now has a price.

Dressing our wings with industrial gloves made of wire, Feel it penetrating the skin, we begin to relax“- Biffy Clyro in “Black Chandelier”

The above line is clearly about getting high… Like most prostitutes Julie now turns to drugs to get through her days as she keeps her death alive with life quenching sips of cyanide.

Things don’t always have to end this way, at the same time, a happy ending isn’t guaranteed for everyone, so we run, caught in our time, caught in the race, only we can decide if it’s our own race or a race against everyone else.

Though it’s hard not to, imagining a future with that special person is a danger because that’s when you start marrying your hopes and plans to another human being, this making the person a principal character in your future hence should they leave it becomes close to impossible to move on, to build a future without that person. We forget that we are ourselves, we don’t become less of who we are when someone leaves. Free yourself, free yourself from passion, yes, you’ll find that most religions try to teach us ways of letting go of our passion for Earthly bodies and company. Passion may be seen as good but with a closer look passion can be so strong as to inhibit all practice of personal freedom, a state in which the soul is in some sense rendered passive, restricted, in love with things being a certain way. This making us weak. unable to adapt, to survive… Brothers and sisters, this is your race, it’s yours to begin, it’s yours to win.

“Passion chokes the flower, til she cries no more, possessing all of her beauty, Hungry still for more”