The Flossy Flossy
Keeping it “on the real” the best I can.Archive for heartache
Auditory Doritos
I have big intentions. Huge plans and goals. I just can’t conceive them. I’ve always been in awe of songwriters; they make the process of creating a song seem so effortless. I want to do that. I want to carve out the intangible, capture and preserve a feeling, a moment, an emotion, and then pass it on to others. There exists nothing more satisfying.
But tonight, I’ll relegate myself to sharing other people’s songs, so unwax those ears.
1. Super Junior 너라고 (It’s You)
Det blir ikke ofte at jeg forelsker meg i noen, men de få gangene jeg gjør det, faller jeg tungt. Sai questa sensazione di essere innamorato di qualcuno? You’re consumed by an urge to dig, to create a niche for yourself under their skin. Du trenger å være så nær som mulig, som en del av dem. Allora, sono lì, ancora lì.
이미 너는 다른 사랑했겠지만
놓칠 수가 없어 다시 돌이킬 수 없어…
2. Kelly Clarkson Don’t Let Me Stop You
Rockin’. Relatable. Right.
3. Nek ft. Laura Pausini Sei Solo Tu
It’s no secret that I’m a big fan of Nek, e non solo perché è gnocco. His music and lyrics are filled to the brim with emotion and intensity; they stir up feelings of boundlessness and nostalgia, and remind us of the fragility of being human. Mi sento il vivo quando ascolto lui.
Perché mi piaci in ogni modo,
Why do I like you in every way,
da ogni lato o prospettiva, tu?…
From every side and perspective, you?…
E poi sai fare morire un uomo
And you know how to make a man die
con l’innocenza del pudore che non hai…
with the innocent modesty that you don’t possess…
Perché sei bella che mi fai male…
Because you are beautiful that it hurts me…
Sei solo tu nei giorni miei…
There is only you in my days…
Sei solo tu e dimmi che
There is only you, and tell me that
sono questo ora anch’io per te…
I am also the same to you…
4. Cajsa Stina Åkerström Långt Härifrån
This is your standard 90s midnight light rock jam, but what I love about this song is Åkerström’s voice. She traverses the octaves so smoothly and easily, it’s enrapturing.
5. Keith Urban Til Summer Comes Around
And I saved the best for last. God, this song is everything I feel right now: deserted, wishing on something that doesn’t exist yet still persistant and keeping that flickering hope alive. And the guitar riff makes me speechless. This isn’t a song to listen to, this is a song to live.
I think all the songs here on this collection reflect a fragment of my mindset right now. They sing what I couldn’t dare say.
Done, Part II
Encore une fois, I feel stupid. Encore une fois, I was tricked by my own feeling of self-importance. And the only person to really fall for it was me–a victim to my own fantasies, desires, and expectations.
Je crois toujours en l’amour vrai, mais pas cette fois. Pas maintenant. Je vais retourner à San Francisco.
至于
Embrace the reality or wither away in sentimentality…
I feel stupid and naïve. This has happened one too many times before, and I’m in the exact position that I warned myself against. Thank you, Tim Papp, for teaching me nothing.
I guess perhaps I was hungry for it, hungry for that feeling of being enamoured in somebody. There’s a warmth in that which can’t be subsituted by the love of friendship or kin. And oh, it made me feel so alive: mornings where you wake up and look forward to a new day and eagerly hop into the shower instead of abusing the snooze; afternoons biking home to vos chansons préférées and thinking that everything is as beautiful and blue as the boundless sky above; emberous nights in the coziness of your room, free to relinquish reality and live an hour or two in fantasy. C’est le poison le plus doux.
J’étais Icarus et il était le soleil, et j’ai fondu si facilement sous ses rayons.
How foolish was I to believe that something concrete could come out of something so brittle? How ignorant was I to think that the only thing of importance was the way we felt? How ridiculously dumb was I to assume that it was we who felt anything? And how irresponsible was I to be so willing to love?
I’m in this pithole because I brought it upon myself. Like a proper masochist, I allowed myself to be tethered by you. Even now, I don’t know what would be better: to not have you cross my mind at all, or to continue in this suffering just to feel your presence in my life.
至于感觉这样吗？
Jeg må komme over deg
Jeg er ferdig. Jeg har allerede brukt alt for mye tid på deg. Alt for mye venting, håping, forventing. Jeg finner mæ sjølv i det stedet igjen: jeg har blitt avhengig av deg, og det er usunt. Jeg hater det. Jeg hater at jeg kanke fokusere på mitt liv her, at tankene mine er på deg hele tida. Jeg hater at du har blitt en så stor del av meg. Og hva har vi sammen, egentlig? To lenge samtaler om fantasy dates og et par utveklses bilder. Det var alt, og jeg kanke tro at du har gjort meg så forelsket…så besatt med deg.
Det gjør meg flau å henge på deg som en igle. Du har sagt at “store investeringer gir store belønninger.” Men kan du ærlig se på meg og si det nå? Var det bare en linje, en tull? Jeg ville ønsket at du var helt ærlig med meg fra begynnelsen.
Jeg vil ikke tenke på deg lenger. Jeg vil nyte virklighet og ekte forhold. Jeg vil bli selvstandig igjen. Jeg tar hjertet mitt tilbake fra under foten din.
Jeg skal ikke vente på summeren å komme rundt.
