yellow
Today, after i came back from school, my mother told me about this man she knows who passed away. He has an 18 year old son. He went cycling to east coast park, and had a massive heart attack.
A few days ago, she told me a story about this woman she knows who got hit by a bus, along with her 3 year old son. The boy died on the spot, but the mother survived, although she is in a critical state.
Its not a coincidence. Its some sort of sign. I've been seeing and hearing about death everywhere. I don't know if its just because I am suddenly more aware of it, or if its really happening in greater intensity of late. In the past 2 days, i have seen 2 movies. In both the movies together, 5 people died. This struck me as rather queer.
I have also been having a lot of conversations about death, the end of the world, and other things along those lines. Just yesterday, I had a conversation with a friend about the things i wanted to do before I died.
I've almost grown used to, and accepted the idea, that my life is not going to last beyond the age of 40. Either the world, or I, will end.
Until then, I seek solace in coldplay. Attending a coldplay concert is on the list of the things i want to do before i die. Its is not of top priority, but it is there. That's gotta say something.
I listened to this song this morning, and it made me tear. It does, often, and i have heard it a number of times. No matter how many times i hear it, the feeling that rises up my throat doesn't cease. Or lessen. It's one of the most beautiful songs I have heard, and I want it to play at my funeral.
Yellow,
coldplay.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called yellow.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I’d bleed myself dry for you,
I’d bleed myself dry.
It’s true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
A few days ago, she told me a story about this woman she knows who got hit by a bus, along with her 3 year old son. The boy died on the spot, but the mother survived, although she is in a critical state.
Its not a coincidence. Its some sort of sign. I've been seeing and hearing about death everywhere. I don't know if its just because I am suddenly more aware of it, or if its really happening in greater intensity of late. In the past 2 days, i have seen 2 movies. In both the movies together, 5 people died. This struck me as rather queer.
I have also been having a lot of conversations about death, the end of the world, and other things along those lines. Just yesterday, I had a conversation with a friend about the things i wanted to do before I died.
I've almost grown used to, and accepted the idea, that my life is not going to last beyond the age of 40. Either the world, or I, will end.
Until then, I seek solace in coldplay. Attending a coldplay concert is on the list of the things i want to do before i die. Its is not of top priority, but it is there. That's gotta say something.
I listened to this song this morning, and it made me tear. It does, often, and i have heard it a number of times. No matter how many times i hear it, the feeling that rises up my throat doesn't cease. Or lessen. It's one of the most beautiful songs I have heard, and I want it to play at my funeral.
Yellow,
coldplay.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called yellow.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I’d bleed myself dry for you,
I’d bleed myself dry.
It’s true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
posted by sedder at 6:47 pm
2 Comments:
DEATH... is an intresting topic altogether. I remember typing a comment on DEATH in your blog if i clearly remember.
So, are you attracted by DEATH ort death is stalking you... whatever it is... at the end of the day or 40 years (as you put it in...) you will end up in the same place as i am... THE DEVIL'S LAND!!!
But hey... no place here for good gals here... either transform or get transformed!!
whatever gave you the idea im coming down there once i die?
and have i told you, you frighten me.
and if i remember correctly, you live in either hyderabad or madurai or bangalore. far from hell.
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