American Secrets is a really pretty song by Parachute. I got their last album on iTunes and it's pretty good! Well it's the kind of music I like! So I picked up one song from the album "The way it was"; American Secrets gets something that makes me remember someone I was remembering strongly today. This guys. I'll give him a name to be more clear…Tyler.
When the sun fell low in the blood red sky yeah
Every house called out as we passed them by yeah
She would grab my hand as the trees leaned in yeah
Oh I'm still racing home from the place I've been
It was all I knew, I was waiting for the big one
And I stay forever
American secrets
Had a dream it was ours and we just didn't know yet
We would drive by right through every lonely street yeah
Smell the truth in her hair felt the world in my feet yeah
But we were just two kids in a beat up car
Oh I'm still driving home from the things I've done
…
We were caught on the inside
Left it all on that bedside
Give me one more minute with those baby blues
We pull up
Oh she looks back and waves as I wait too long
I can picture her room as the lights go on
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
Give me one more, give me one more
Give me one more minute with my baby
Give me one more, give me one more
Give me one more minute with American secrets
Give me one more, give me one more
Oh she looks back and waves as she slips inside
Every hope in the world and those bright blue eyes
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
Got my mind made up
And I'm coming back for you
I can hear your voice calling and I'll be there soon
I can see you there in the bedroom by those stairs
Oh I've always been running but I don't know where
…
Every house called out as we passed them by yeah
She would grab my hand as the trees leaned in yeah
Oh I'm still racing home from the place I've been
It was all I knew, I was waiting for the big one
And I stay forever
American secrets
Had a dream it was ours and we just didn't know yet
We would drive by right through every lonely street yeah
Smell the truth in her hair felt the world in my feet yeah
But we were just two kids in a beat up car
Oh I'm still driving home from the things I've done
…
We were caught on the inside
Left it all on that bedside
Give me one more minute with those baby blues
We pull up
Oh she looks back and waves as I wait too long
I can picture her room as the lights go on
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
Give me one more, give me one more
Give me one more minute with my baby
Give me one more, give me one more
Give me one more minute with American secrets
Give me one more, give me one more
Oh she looks back and waves as she slips inside
Every hope in the world and those bright blue eyes
I'm still dancing along with the way it was
Got my mind made up
And I'm coming back for you
I can hear your voice calling and I'll be there soon
I can see you there in the bedroom by those stairs
Oh I've always been running but I don't know where
…
The reason why I like this song it's because, more than the lyrics, the melody gives you something. The track is like 6 minutes long but it looks like it a 2 in 1. The track is divided by the half: the 3 first minutes are like catchy, with a punchy rhythm, and the second half is slow, like more nostalgic.
And that's pretty much how I feel when I remember Tyler. I'm exited because we spent really good times together and super sad and nostalgic because I know that I will have to talk about it using the past. It's sad. I've been thinking about him… Now and then. But today I was dreaming in class and draw is initial letter in my copy. Sooner on facebook I see an update from him. He was online. And he didn't reply the last messages we were sharing. It hurts like hell.
I'll open my eyes. Understand we are not meant to be, even friends. But I can't stop thinking about him.
I have this weird sensation of incomplete. Like it's not over. This strange feeling that we are gonna see each other again. I don't know when. Like if Destiny was blowing me "It's not over, keep the faith".
But it is over. Being fool and think that we are gonna be together again for a minute won't help me and won't make it come true. But I don't wanna give up. He was someone cool, charming, beautiful, sweet and spicy, calm and wild. He was just my type. It's hard to give up on something you've been looking for. Like an amazing piece in a clothes-store. It's fantastic, you've never seen it before, just imagine it. You see it. Come closer. And the article is suddenly outta-stock, like forever. Frustrating. Disgusting. Why? Why when it was almost perfect it has to end. Just a last hug. A last look. His fucking beautiful eyes. His lips, perfect and now forbidden, unapproachable for ever. I make a step backward. Another one. We're still just a step away, but now there are miles and miles between us. Like the whole world in the middle. I turn my back, walk through the room were it all began. Stop in front of the elevator that is coming way too fast. A last look at him. His eyes are on me, he is smiling. I smile and sent him a kiss. Tears are coming up. I don't let them coming out. Few stories under, I grab my suitcase, look at my friend and hardly say "those were amazing holidays". The tears weren't obedient anymore. They came out. I cried. Not just because of him. Because of every single thing I was just going to leave behind.
He was obviously one of them.
And today, I'm remembering it all. How good we were. How cool and sweet it was. And how short, too. I think I miss the fact that he could be the one my parents would like me to date (lol)! I already ear my mom's "wow, he is good looking, sweet and he is a good boy... Really handsome"... Yeah, it's important for me to pick someone my parent's would like and admire. Once, my godmother was talking about her daughter's boyfriend and she said "he isn't beautiful, but he is nice". Sorry but that's terrible. The day my mom tells someone that my boyfriend is "not beautiful, but nice", I feel like bad!
Whatever.
So everything I told is the reason why I don't want it to be over. "I won't give up on us", even if it appears like the thing to do, and more, the thing already done, in his part of the story. I'm just stuck on it. I wish this murmur that tells me "it's not over" is a true one. Or not. I don't know.
It's too fresh for me. Too recent for the moment. I need time. I need him.
LOVE
And that's pretty much how I feel when I remember Tyler. I'm exited because we spent really good times together and super sad and nostalgic because I know that I will have to talk about it using the past. It's sad. I've been thinking about him… Now and then. But today I was dreaming in class and draw is initial letter in my copy. Sooner on facebook I see an update from him. He was online. And he didn't reply the last messages we were sharing. It hurts like hell.
I'll open my eyes. Understand we are not meant to be, even friends. But I can't stop thinking about him.
I have this weird sensation of incomplete. Like it's not over. This strange feeling that we are gonna see each other again. I don't know when. Like if Destiny was blowing me "It's not over, keep the faith".
But it is over. Being fool and think that we are gonna be together again for a minute won't help me and won't make it come true. But I don't wanna give up. He was someone cool, charming, beautiful, sweet and spicy, calm and wild. He was just my type. It's hard to give up on something you've been looking for. Like an amazing piece in a clothes-store. It's fantastic, you've never seen it before, just imagine it. You see it. Come closer. And the article is suddenly outta-stock, like forever. Frustrating. Disgusting. Why? Why when it was almost perfect it has to end. Just a last hug. A last look. His fucking beautiful eyes. His lips, perfect and now forbidden, unapproachable for ever. I make a step backward. Another one. We're still just a step away, but now there are miles and miles between us. Like the whole world in the middle. I turn my back, walk through the room were it all began. Stop in front of the elevator that is coming way too fast. A last look at him. His eyes are on me, he is smiling. I smile and sent him a kiss. Tears are coming up. I don't let them coming out. Few stories under, I grab my suitcase, look at my friend and hardly say "those were amazing holidays". The tears weren't obedient anymore. They came out. I cried. Not just because of him. Because of every single thing I was just going to leave behind.
He was obviously one of them.
And today, I'm remembering it all. How good we were. How cool and sweet it was. And how short, too. I think I miss the fact that he could be the one my parents would like me to date (lol)! I already ear my mom's "wow, he is good looking, sweet and he is a good boy... Really handsome"... Yeah, it's important for me to pick someone my parent's would like and admire. Once, my godmother was talking about her daughter's boyfriend and she said "he isn't beautiful, but he is nice". Sorry but that's terrible. The day my mom tells someone that my boyfriend is "not beautiful, but nice", I feel like bad!
Whatever.
So everything I told is the reason why I don't want it to be over. "I won't give up on us", even if it appears like the thing to do, and more, the thing already done, in his part of the story. I'm just stuck on it. I wish this murmur that tells me "it's not over" is a true one. Or not. I don't know.
It's too fresh for me. Too recent for the moment. I need time. I need him.
LOVE
xxx
-Jess, from Frenchies In L.A.
Aucun commentaire:
Enregistrer un commentaire
Comment it!