Thursday, July 28, 2011

Losing Language

Today I think I shall begin with the simple task of saying hello, to formally introduce myself to you, the reader. And now for the topic comment of my spiel: It has come to my attention that most certainly we live in a digital age, and one where technology lords over us all. Human contact is regulated behind the unwavering screens of our computers, our mp3’s and our televisions, and monitored unscrupulously thanks to instant updates via Facebook and Twitter. We blog of our trials and tribulations, and chatter meaninglessly all day, every day, online, through text, by Skype, on MSN – an overload of chatter and regurgitated words. Our pace is quickened by the early morning starts and the maniacal rush to work/school, where we slave all day/night until we come home, heat up leftovers or stuff our faces with MSG and synthetic compounds. We live for the weekends, which pass by in a blur, either asleep, online, drunk, drugged or stressed. Where is the downtime? Where is the ME time? Is this hectic mess really life? Which is another point entirely and not the focus of this discussion.

Instead I am mulling over the concept of speech. Why do we say what we say, in the way that we say it, at the time that we do? It is common to speak without realising and to immediately regret what has been said, or more disastrously to mean it via a Freudian Slip. In fact we talk so much I wonder at what we actually say! In a typical sentence we hear bad grammar and a majority of slang with much meaning attached to the pitch, volume and tone of our voices. Speech has evolved so quickly that just speaking to someone a few years younger results in almost complete disbelief at one’s speaking habits! It begs the question: is the English language being taught in our schools at all these days??? Internet slang dominates conversations, and it is not uncommon for children to spend more time chatting online than in person. Is this the natural evolution of language? Technology plays a vital role in the direction it is turning.

I shudder at the thought of society in a hundred years time – mere biological robots living to work and experiencing life through the battery operated windows of Apple (for Apple is surely taking over the world!). Conversations reduced to idle chatter, meaning nothing and at the same time, meaning everything. For if we lose the connection to our words, what else are we losing connection to? Is the ability to create and bond person to person built upon the blocks of language? The language of voice, signs, touch and looks? If we continue down this path to a digital Wonderland, who will lead us out? You? Me? Ha. I am writing this on a computer, submitting it online and awaiting payment thanks to Internet Banking. We are well and truly on our way to change. Only time will tell.

Happy

I WANT TO PROVE MY NAME TODAY
BUT WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO
JOIN IN SUCH A SILLY GAME
ONLY TO BREAK THE RULES

IM FEELING LIKE AN OLD GIRL
WHEN IM ONLY 22
WITH SO MANY OPTIONS
OUT THERE TO CHOOSE.


IS LIFE SO GREAT AS A MILLIONAIRE
WITH A FIVE STAR PAD AND A CONCIERGE
IS LIFE MORE FUN WHEN YOUR SAVING LIVES
WITH A STACKED UP DEBT AND A FANCY TIE
IS IT LESS SAD WHEN SURROUNDED BY FANS
WITH A BACKSTAGE PASS TO MEET THE BAND
DOES YOUR SMILE MEET YOUR EYES
BEHIND YOUR DESK WITH EVERY WORD YOU TYPE
ARE YOU HAPPY?
HAPPIER THAN ME?

IM GONNA HAVE TO MOVE AWAY
SEARCH FACEBOOK FOR NEW UPDATES
ADD PEOPLE FROM MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS
WHO I DONT LIKE BUT ILL ADD ANYWAYS

I LIKE YOUR PICTURE IN THE SUN
COUNTLESS ALBUMS OF YOU HAVING FUN
YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR GETTING IT DONE
WHEN I HAVENT EVEN BEGUN
DOES YOUR SMILE MEET YOUR EYES
BEHIND YOUR DESK WITH EVERY cheque YOU WRITE
IS LIFE SO GREAT AS A MILLIONAIRE
WITH A FIVE STAR PAD AND A CONCIERGE
ARE YOU HAPPY, HAPPY? HAPPIER THAN ME?


DO I FEEL LIKE I GOT SOMETHING TO PROVE?
DO I LIVE MY LIFE COMPARING TO WHAT YOU DO?

MY LIFE IS GREAT WHEN IM IN THE SUN
WITH A HEALTHY HEART AND THE AIR IN MY LUNGS
MY LIFE IS FUN WHEN IM WITH MY FRIENDS
GETTING DRESSED UP AND READY TO DANCE
IM NOT SAD WHEN SURROUNDED BY LOVE
THE WORLD AROUND AND THE SUN ABOVE
AND DOES MY SMILE REACH MY EYES
YOU KNOW IT DOES COZ I SLEEP EVERY NIGHT
I'M HAPPY
I'M HAPPY.

What Do You Offer Me?

I should have seen the warning signs

Your ex warned me to open my eyes

You gotta problem with everyone

It don’t make sense for them all to be wrong

I should have listened to what you said

Guess I was distracted by the smoke in my head

When you said issues the bells shoulda rung

But I was busy thinking a great thing had begun

So I will spell it out …

You live at home, your never alone

You don’t have a job just smoke endless pot

And the world is out to get you

But its really just gonna forget you

You sit in your chair pretend you don’t care

Playing RPG’s you don’t wanna believe

That you like the life you lead

Just admit that your happy

So why pretend that you want your problems to end?

Your pretty lucky with what you got

I don’t get why you need the pot

Or the alcohol or the dramas

I know your not yet over your father

But at the end of the day your alive

Take responsibility for your life

Save money instead of blowing it all

On maccas then moaning your too poor

Or I will spell it out …

COROS

Prince Charming

I thought I could take the blow you aimed at my head

Turns out I was weak, you made me bleed I cry alone in bed

I was wondering what you were meaning when you say

This will be the last time you react to me this way

Im sorry that I yelled at you and nagged you before

Im sure I have the right to but you throw me at the door

Is this how I thought it would be when you moved in with me

You didn’t seem like that

Is this my happy ending in the books Id read, in the movies id see

I thought

You were

I dreamed id marry my prince charming

But lately he seems to be hiding.

Im sorry that the food was bad but im still tired from work

You’ve been home since four you’ve left your crap on the floor

Im not happy I feel hurt

So I raise my voice to you and ask you why

Why you cant help out coz you’ve had plenty of time

You say that your busy and don’t want to deal

And after you hit me im confused how I feel.

Is this how I thought it would be when you moved in with me

You didn’t seem like that

Is this my happy ending in the books Id read, in the movies id see

I thought You were

I dreamed id marry my prince charming

But lately he seems to be hiding.

Moving On

One day you'll wake up and come to feel
that the time has come for your scars to heal
perhaps not today or even tomorrow
but you'll notice an easing of your sorrow.
Your absence is not one that can be diminished
there's no quickfix for the pain to be finished
time is the master of all you have lost
but that does not mean you will have forgot.
It means you can wake up with a smile on your face
whilst knowing theres something you cant ever replace.
and no-one can tell you that that time is now
you only go as fast as you can allow.
And your friends will understand and stay beside you
to have such support is given to only a few
i can see why they care because you put people at ease
its rare to find a person possessing such qualitiies.
And when your ready you will find love again
i know that as surely as i know clouds bring the rain
Slow and steady is what will win the race
you concentrate at going at your own pace
you may stumble and sometimes be lost in the dark
and feel like you've been pushed back to the start
Focus on the positives of each new day
be strong and force the negativity away
take time for yourself and always remember
that time will bring it all together
Life always balances the good and the bad
the ying/yang, light/dark, the happy, the sad
You will wake up and one day realise
that, though its not the same, you are alright.

Yesterdays (lyrics)

Ive been really hurt in the past

Let down defences for something I knew wouldn’t last

I feel you sneak up on me and I dare to dream

That your different from all the other guys ive seen.

I know you lonely and yes you are hurting

I want let you in and start the healing

I know your reliving all the yesterdays

I know you want to rewind time to see her again

I want to hold you and take away the pain

Ill help you move forward and love another day

Ive never lost someone like you have

I cant comprehend the sadness that you have

I feel you reach out when you’re alone

We may be different but with you I feel whole

I know you loved your ex and your hurting

I want to see you smile and make you happy

I know your reliving all the yesterdays

I know you want to rewind time to see her again

I want to hold you and take away the pain

Ill help you move forward and love another day

We cant help who we lose, but we can still choose, which way we want our life to move

What is done in the past, we can never bring back, can only move on with the memories that last

Yesterdays are your yesterdays and your yesterdays aren’t your todays.

Regrets (lyrics)

You look in the mirror and you don’t like what you see

Scared of the extra bits and the dimples in your skin

Work out every day you don’t understand why

You’ve still got hips and you cant shift your wobbly thighs.

You barely eat, you barely breathe

You live for your daily smokes, and your used to fingers down your throat

You shed your tears, you abide by fears

Your clothes are always falling down but your ideal size you’ve still not found


Why must you compare yourself to skinny girls coz their not well I know it when i see their eyes always pleading out for help. Why do you always believe what you read in magazines what you see you wanna be

Don’t see the dieticians, or the plastic surgeons

Their covered in makeup and you need to wakeup

The doctors of photoshop, professionals taking the shot

You needa realise that this isn’t real life


You buy what they tell you and wear the latest trends

You copy the sex advice then you talk about it with your friends

Your living in debt, you only buy on credit

You compare what you have and when your stuck you borrow from your dad


Why must you compare with what they project coz the effect of all the debt I bet is not what you expect

Why do you always give in you let them win, bills in the bin, they come around there to evict.

You don’t see the meetings, motives behind the free things

Ads tempt you to buy things that break in no time

Isnt it funny, you work for their money

The hours clock up away your family barely know your face.


What do we do with all the sadness? What do we do for all the paid for happiness?

When you time has come do you expect, that you’ve lived your life without regrets?


I stand in the mirror and I look at my body

Cant shift the cellulite but I accept this is my life

I buy the glossy mags, I admit I have a fag

I wonder what it would be like but why waste my time

I can dream, but material things

Aren’t what I live for they don’t do it for me anymore