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Trapped in your mind, the swirling thoughts of dreams and woes surround your every aspiration and whim.
It consumes your attention, and plagues your thoughts, leaving you stranded... alone.
Only the subtle glow from the radio and it's lucid tones, hold you on the edge of reality.
It is here we laugh and cry, relate and hate all at the drop of a solitary note.
Someone seems to relate to us and hears our pleas.

Save us all...
We are trapped with music in our minds.




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Trapped with Music in my Mind...


Sunday, May 29, 2005

Week: Sunday, May 22nd, 2005 - Saturday, May 28th, 2005

Desert Rose
by Sting

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the man's desire

This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love



I remember Dune from when I was younger. I also remembered this character: Feyd Harkonnen who looked a bit like a male fairy sprite sort of person. Little did I know while watching, that this was the same person who sang Roxanne. Sting. Ever since I was in my early teens, I have listened to the Police and Sting. And as odd as it seems, this song makes me think of Dune. (ok, maybe that's because I watched the new version of Dune too and it has that tribal sounding music in it as well). Nonetheless, Sting's song definitely transports me to a different place when ever I hear it.


Sunday, May 22, 2005

Week: Sunday, May 15th, 2005 - Saturday, May 21st, 2005

Scars
by Papa Roach

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever came around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel



I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

Dwelling on things done in the past will never fix them. But looking at things in retrospect, helps us to learn so that we don't do the same thing again. I don't regret it. I think the ordeal made me a better person because of it. I am sad things ended the way they did, but I still have great respect for the person who sits there reading this, wondering why do I AGAIN have to bring the past up. It's a part of all of us involved. We can't say it didn't happen and I am not about to lie about my involvement in it. Sometimes I end up sitting here wondering what would have happened had I not intervened. I wish the millions of times I've said I was sorry could heal the past, but that's not how the world works. That's not how memories work. I do wish that the happier times that all of us spent together, out weighed the bad. That's how it should be. That's how it could be still. I will forever remember the good times. Like sitting up until the early reaches of dawn talking about our futures. Some things are worth fighting for.
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel


Sunday, May 15, 2005

Week: Sunday, May 8th, 2005 - Saturday, May 14th, 2005

Helena
by My Chemical Romance

Long ago
Just like the hearse you died to get in again
We are so far from you

Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you knew
And what's the worst to take, from every heart you break (heart you break)
And like a blade you sting
Well I've been holding on tonight

What's the worst thing I could say?
Things are better if I say
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take, from every heart you break
And like a blade you sting
Well I've been holding on tonight

What's the worst thing I could say?
Things are better if I say
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

Well if you carry on this way
Things are better if I say
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend
To leave, and then,
we'll meet again,
When both our cars collide?

What's the worst thing I could say?
Things are better if I say
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

Well if you carry on this way
Things are better if I say
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight



Ok, I have seen the commercials for it for weeks. Their cd for sale on TV. But why buy it when I can add the song to my list on LaunchCastPLUS and hear it first instead of just running out blindly and buying it and hating it. Helena is a good song. I haven't heard the rest but this one is good. I was in a pretty dark mood last week and it certainly did remind me of things I dealt with in the past. Things I don't really want to think about anymore. But I like the song nonetheless. This cd is definitely worth a listen to (even if you do what I did and add it to your LaunchCastPLUS list first).


Sunday, May 08, 2005

Week: Sunday, May 1st, 2005 - Saturday, May 7th, 2005

I Know
by Jude a.k.a. Jude Christodal

You've got such a pretty smile
It's a shame the things you hide behind it
Let 'em go, give it up, for a while
Let 'em free and we will both go find it

I know that there's nowhere you can hide it
I know the feeling of alone
I know that you do not feel invited
But come back, come back in from the cold

Step away then from the edge
Your best friend in life is not your mirror
Back away, come back away, come back away
Come back away, come back away, come back away
I am here and I will be forever and ever

I know that there's nowhere you can hide it
I know the feeling of alone
Trust me and don't keep that on the inside
Soon you'll, you'll be locked on your own

You're not alone, you're not alone
And don't say you've never been told
I'll be with you till we grow old
Til I'm in the ground and I'm cold
I'm not sitting up here on some throne
I'll be with you till we're both gone
Like a dog you can always come home
Dig up a bone
Look around

I'm sorry now



ok, I was feeling a little low and this really filled a spot this week. I am sick of being run down and depressed (mainly because I am workin' overtime and dead tired of all of it.) I have just been feeling like so much is hidden behind half truths and lies and I just want it to stop for a while... I think I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I think I have come to the tail end of my depression for a while. This song certainly helped me put things in perspective and remember I am not alone in all of this. LaunchCastPLUS again supplied my song last week, so if anyone is considering going for the full version, I totally support it. ;)


Sunday, May 01, 2005

Week: Sunday, April 24th, 2005 - Saturday, April 30th, 2005

Miss April
by Chantal Kreviazuk

Welcome back miss April
Hope you feel all right
You've had a long vacation
From real life
Welcome back miss April
Gravity ain't kind
You lost your Playboy body
At Hollywood and Vine
You sure spent lots of money
Now you wonder why
Your 15 minutes flew by
Well it must've been hard
And it must've been good
And it must've been nice to be understood.
It must've been fun
Cause you must have been loved
You must've been beautiful
Open up the paper
Hope that you will find
The young girl from Virginia
You're back in your prime
You should have known that someday
Things were gonna change
And they would forget your name
Well it must've been hard
And it must've been good
And it must've been nice to be understood.
It must've been fun
Cause you must have been loved
You must've been beautiful
Beautiful
You're beautiful
Welcome back miss April
Hope you feel all right
You've had a long vacation
From real life
Well it must've been hard
And it must've been good
And it must've been nice to be understood.
It must've been fun
Cause you must have been loved
You must've been beautiful
Beautiful....



Its odd how we think we are still the same until someone or something reminds you how you were. Some people think their outward appearance never changes, some think that their opinions never change. *laughs* What a retreat from reality. Once you realize that the world is all about change, you can't help but also realize that our existance relies on change. We change in order to live. Change is inevitable. That's what makes the journey worthwhile.