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All the memories that you live in,
Just another door that I’m closing
In hall that’s infinite,
Better least I can admit it.
At the end of our intro video, the crowd stood looking toward the stage, expecting the curtain to open to the first song of the night. Instead? An invitation from a very special poet in the balcony.
this beat is infectious
it’s a rainy afternoon in vancouver. through the magic of flight, i’ve crossed this great country in 5hrs and i’ve gone back in time 3 hrs. to most, all i’ve gained is 3hrs. i would argue differently. argue for the tangible reality of time travel. does this notion of ‘time travel’ even exist? is it possible to go back in time and gain something… or lose something for that matter?
often when we think of going back in time we think of physically going back to a time or place when;
things were better. life was easier. we were happier.
but we aren’t marty mcfly, we cannot do that. all we have is the ability to time travel in our minds. we have the ability to go back in time and remember/reflect/reminisce. this ability is a large responsibility. it can be easy to go back to that place, remember those words, recall those emotions. but when we go back to that place are we going back to self-inflict pain or are we going back to gain perspective and appreciation for where we were then and where we are now. better yet: who we were then and who we are now.
i’m currently living in that tension. the tension between going back in time and hurting, and going back in time and joyfully recalling the good times while taking away the necessary lessons from the bad times. the tension is thick. some days are harder than others. but that’s life isn’t it? life is layered with darkness and light. heaviness and lightness. life is both HEAVY and LIGHT. no matter how heavy it was, is or will be…there will always be light. there will be light in the present, light in the future, and there was light in past. thanks to the ability to travel back in time i can joyfully recall the light and let it back in, no matter how heavy the memories or pain may be.
unfortunately, i won’t be in florida this weekend with my friends at TWLOHA when they get together to sing songs and talk about this tension. thankfully an event like this is happening. these conversations are happening. we all need it.
peace to you.
andrew
#twloha #heavyandlight
This song stopped me dead in my tracks. On repeat for the 7th time as I type this…
You gave me love when I could not love myself, you really did help me help myself. I just wish I could make it up to you somehow. As odd as it looks now…
you save me
“Save Me”
I was anxious
It’s better just to stay in bed
Didn’t want to fail myself again
Running through all the options
And the endings
Were rolling out in front of me
But I couldn’t choose a thread to begin
And I could not love
Coz I could not love myself
Never good enough, no
That was all I’d tell myself
And I was not well
But I could not help myself
I was giving up on living
In the morning
You were leaving
Travelling south again
And you said you were not unprepared
And all the dead ends
And disappointments
Were fading from your memory
Ready for that lonely life to end
And you gave me love
When I could not love myself
And you made me turn
From the way I saw myself
And you’re patient, love
And you help me help myself
And you save me
And you save me
Yeah you save me
It’s late on a Saturday night, and I can’t stop listening to Anberlin, while digging deeper into @stephenchristian lyrics from ‘Cities’.
I can’t get this track off repeat.
Alexithymia
Don’t try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don’t believe anything you say
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning
Bricks to this old house are breaking
Steel would have weathered but now forlorning
It’s alarming how loud the silence screams
No warn, no warn, no warning
Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit
And conversate
Conversate to the sounds
To the sounds of a record player
With it’s jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
Are you where you thought you’d be
So beautiful and only twenty-three
Opposition rests in the hearts
With no, with no, with no opportunity
It’s not that we don’t talk
It’s just no one really listens and honesty fades
Like a politician lost in the course
All smiles and no one remembers our names
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
Don’t try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow
Don’t believe anything I say
Anymore, in the morn, in the morning
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
With downcast eyes
There’s more to living than being alive
Let’s change this together. www.twloha.com
It all starts in 48 hours. Stay tuned.
I little resurrection every time I fall
