Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms, too late to beg you
Or cancel it, though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
In scarlet nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms, too late to beg you
or cancel it though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
The Killing Moon - Echo and the Bunnymen
(ahhhh, the brooding side of the 80's)
Who do you become if you give up parts of yourself to either be with another person and/or make it through a situation?
What happens to the 'old' you?
If a part of you that you sacrifice is something that was so much a part of you that it practically defined you, that you feel lost without it...then what?
Can you sacrifice such large parts of yourself without losing yourself completely?
What if it wasn't your choice to make the sacrifices? You don't particularly like the new, and you miss the old; but you resign yourself to the fact that you probably won't ever be able to get it back.
Do you just move on and try to be happy with the way things are, accept that parts of you are gone forever, and that some things will never be the same?
What if it's too soon? What if you're not ready?
Do you just give yourself to fate like the song suggests?
Seems to me we never really have a choice but to just roll with whatever we are given. And whatever is taken.
Give in to the flow and be grateful to still be here to do so.
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
To the interconnectedness that underlies
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl
It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live
Flowin' Prose - Beastie Boys
What happens to the 'old' you?
If a part of you that you sacrifice is something that was so much a part of you that it practically defined you, that you feel lost without it...then what?
Can you sacrifice such large parts of yourself without losing yourself completely?
What if it wasn't your choice to make the sacrifices? You don't particularly like the new, and you miss the old; but you resign yourself to the fact that you probably won't ever be able to get it back.
Do you just move on and try to be happy with the way things are, accept that parts of you are gone forever, and that some things will never be the same?
What if it's too soon? What if you're not ready?
Do you just give yourself to fate like the song suggests?
Seems to me we never really have a choice but to just roll with whatever we are given. And whatever is taken.
Give in to the flow and be grateful to still be here to do so.
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
To the interconnectedness that underlies
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl
It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live
Flowin' Prose - Beastie Boys
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