Friday, April 17, 2009

Some songs in my head

杀破狼 | js
仙剑奇侠传-片头曲

沉睡了千年的身体从腐枝枯叶里苏醒
是夜莺凄凉的叹息解开咒语

遗忘的剑被谁封印追随着箫声和马蹄
找到你

最光荣的牺牲是英雄的宿命
挥剑的瞬间心却在哭泣

生是为了证明爱存在的痕迹
火燃烧后更伟大的生命
杀是为了歌颂破灭前的壮丽
夜是狼深邃眼睛孤独等待黎明

看不见未来和过去分不清生死的差异
不带走喜悦或遗憾离开这里

破晓和月牙在交替我穿越过几个世纪
只为你

桃花瓣在飘零这悲凉的风景
长袖挥不去一生刀光剑影

我是否已经注定这流离的宿命
我残破的羽翼直到你是你让我找回自己



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 all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause 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
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
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



Come Home Running | Chris Tomlin

Oh heart of mine, why must you stray?
From one so fair you run away
And one more time you have to pay
The heaviness of needless shame

Oh heart of mine, come back home
You've been too long out on your own
And He's been there all along
Watching for you down the road

So come home running
His arms are open wide
His name is Jesus
He understands
He is the answer
You are looking for
So come home running
Just as you are

Oh child of God so dearly loved
And ransomed by the Savior's blood
And called by name, daughter and son
Wrapped in the robe of righteousness

So come home running
His arms are open wide
His name is Jesus
He understands
He is the answer
You are looking for
So come home running
Just as you are



Beautiful Redemption | Joy Williams

I've had my forty days and forty nights at sea
I've had forty years in the wilderness, or so to speak
I've walked with sand from the ocean floor on my feet
To turn and say you left me

I'm a doubting Thomas in needing to believe
I'm a perfumed sinner just like Magdalene
I'm Judas kissing on your cheek eager to decieve
I am all of these

I cry, Father, Father, forgive me
You say, Child, I already have
You are beautiful
Beautiful Redemption
You are Beautiful
Beautiful Redemption

I'm the guilty thief that's hanging by your side
and my shame is dying with your sacrifice
And all my fears come crashing down as I look in your eyes
I see paradise

Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)
Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)
Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)
Hallelujah (we all, we all, we all fall down)

You are beautiful
Beautiful Redemption
You are Beautiful
Beautiful Redemption



Heal the Wound | Point of Grace

I used to wish that I could rewrite history
I used to dream that each mistake could be erased
Then I could just pretend
I never knew the me back then

I used to pray that You would take this shame away
Hide all the evidence of who I've been
But it's the memory of
The place You brought me from
That keeps me on my knees
And even though I'm free

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

I have not lived a life that boasts of anything
I don't take pride in what I bring
But I'll build an altar with
The rubble that You've found me in
And every stone will sing
Of what You can redeem

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

Don't let me forget
Everything You've done for me
Don't let me forget
The beauty in the suffering

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar



[begin stream of conscious]

I've been hungry, in many ways - hahahha. In the literal sense, it's because I have bad time management and have been either doing work or sleeping during meal times... but God provides! In all ways.

I need to do laundry this weekend.. It's been too long! Ahh! D:

It's going to be 70ish today! :) Beautifullll ~~~

I'm feeling kind of like acrylic paint. A yellow and green acrylic paint. Lumpy and inconsistent - colors that don't blend together but leave streaks wherever it goes - with a layer of film on it where there should be none... It doesn't mix properly, doesn't paint smoothly, doesn't smell good, doesn't look so hot. Maybe it can be used to paint in the grass on the side of the hill, the one that doesn't see much sun or get too much water...

and all because the paint is too dry

Acrylics. They don't keep very well.. It's not like watercolor or gouache, where you can store them somewhere for a long time and even if they become dry, you can just add a bit of water and then it'll be ok. Acrylics can only last if you've got a big glop of it, so that even when the film forms, if you break through that film and mix it with water again, it can be restored. But this is possible only when there's a big glop - too little, and no amount of mixing or wetting or pleading will bring it back... All you've got is a slab of plastic-like color at this moment... hat maybe you can glue somewhere.

Of the water based paints (for artistic purposes, not so much homemaking), acrylic is the most vibrant. Gouache has a flat, grainy quality, and watercolor (which is my personal favorite btw) is delicate, though it can, under some circumstances and applications, be wonderfully bright and oomph-ish too. Tempera used to be based in egg whites (am I wrong? I forget) and so the quality is thinner (at least... a different flavor. hehhh literally too), even if it's equally or even more bright than acrylic. Acrylic is also then the most difficult to take care of - you have to keep it constantly well-watered, or it can easily dry itself up.

If we are to be paints, it'd be best if we were watercolors huh... Ideally then, we'd be transparent all the time, well-watered and easily replenished. We'd be beautifully bright and versatile, wonderfully functional, and we'd look awesome too. Too bad we're not really - our lives may be painted in watercolor, but we ourselves are not so... We are acrylics - who need to be consistently kept in proper conditions, who cannot be so easily replenished on our own - we need the Artist to keep us alive, because without Him we die utterly and completely.

I'm thirsty. I'm going to eat my Chef Boyardee Mini Ravioli now. In its BIG SIZE BOWL.

:D

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1 comment:

  1. :) i really like your watercolor and acrylic analogy.. ahh lulu!! we need to get together sometime and catch up.

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