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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, September 25, 2005

Week: Sunday, September 18th, 2005 - Saturday, September 24th, 2005

Wind
by Akeboshi

Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Break into the contents, never falling down.

My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
A man railed at me twice though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.

You say, "Dreams are dreams.
"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."

Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.

You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.



I went a little differently with this song. My brother gave me some discs a couple years ago with Anime on them. I wasn't able to view them at the time but now, seeing our newer laptop he bought us as a gift a few years back can handle DV-R's, we have been taking advantage of those discs. We simply plug the laptop into the TV and we can watch any movie we want. Right now it's been Naruto (we're watching the original Japanese ones with the subtitles. They sound far better than the English dubbed ones). It's a great story about a kid who has no parents and wants to become something to his town. He wants to be a hero for all to remember (little does he know that he has a 9-tailed fox demon trapped within him) He becomes a ninja and the story revolves around Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura and their sensei, Kakashi as they go through further training (There is another teacher w/ black hair: Iruka. He was their "middle school" teacher). The first season has this catchy little song at the end. Some Japanese guy is singing marginal English but the song was catchy and I researched it. That's where the lyrics came from. The song is addictive... but, so is the show.


Sunday, September 18, 2005

Week: Sunday, September 11th, 2005 - Saturday, September 17th, 2005

Plea From a Cat Named Virtue
by The Weakerthans

Why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now and you
Don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to
I've made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
And shadows of the afternoon

And listen
About those bitter songs you sing
They aren't helping anything
They won't make you strong

So we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You can ask your sister if
She doesn't bring her basset hound
And as for things you shouldn't miss
Tape hiss and the modern man
Cold war and card catalogues
To come and join us if they can

For girly drinks and parlour games
We'll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
Then later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of the century
We'll talk about the weather or
How the weather used to be

And I'll cater
With all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill
Disappointment
Lie down
Lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you're strong

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
Frankly that thing doesn't really interest me
I swear I'm going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating
Since the day you brought me home
I know you're strong.



I love songs that cause me to go back and listen to it over and over... not because of the tune or the catchiness of the piece, but rather, because of the lyrics. The Weakerthans made this song and it took me 4 tries (of hearing it randomly on LaunchCastPLUS) to get the name of the group and the CORRECT name of the song. The song is called "Plea from a Cat Named Virtue" not Virtute as I have seen on many a site. With such a unique song, you'd think that people would get the name of the cat right. LOL


Sunday, September 11, 2005

Week: Sunday, September 4th, 2005 - Saturday, September 10th, 2005

Bohemian Rhapsody
by Queen

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...



I know what this day represents in most people's minds, but I figured that rather than post a sad song for the week, I wanted an oldie but a goodie. Why suffer today in sorrow when we should be celebrating those people who were mothers and fathers, children and grandchildren, brothers and sisters, co-workers and friends. I caught myself watching Rock Star:INXS while surfing the channels and I caught Suzie up on VH1 singing Bohemian Rhapsody. I figured why not? I'll put a classic up on the page for the week. So here it is, Bohemian Rhapsody. My choice for last week's song and a classic from one of my favorite groups: Queen.


Sunday, September 04, 2005

Week: Sunday, August 28th, 2005 - Saturday, September 3rd, 2005

Do You Sleep?
by Lisa Loeb

do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
do you sleep anymore?

do you take plight on my tongue like lead?
do you fall gracefully into bed anymore?

i saw you as you walked across my room.
you looked out the window, you looked at the moon.
and you sat on the corner of my bed, and
you smoked with the ghost in the back of my head.

i don't know, and i don't care
if i ever will see you again.
i don't know, and i don't care
if i ever will be there.

do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
do you sleep, do you keep me anymore?

you kick my foot under the table,
i kick you back;
i can't say i'm able to
stand for you or
fall for you ever again.
wish for a perfect setting?
wishing that i am letting you
take me where you want me
all over again?
you can't give yourself absolutely to someone else.

i don't know, and i don't care
if i ever will see you again.
i don't know, and i don't care
if i ever will be there.

i saw you as you walked across my room.
you looked out the window, you looked at the moon.
and you sat on the corner of my bed, and
you smoked with the ghost in the back of my head.

do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
do you sleep anymore?

i don't know, and i don't care if i ever will be there.



You think of them thinking of you but you really don't want to be thinking of them possibly thinking of you... but deep inside, you really want them to. *whew* Ok, I admit it... Sometimes old crushes rush back into your head and you just can't get them out for the rest of the day. Even if you try your hardest to do something that will stop you from thinking idly about them. I think that this song could apply to old friends as well. Deep down... despite all the BS that has happened... sometimes you sit and think "What are they doing? Are they thinking of me too?" I know that Lisa Loeb sounds defeated in this song... as if all hope were gone, but when I think of the same questions, I still have hope. Mainly, because I still care. :)