Jessica Fae (jessica_fae) wrote,
Jessica Fae
jessica_fae

  • Mood:
  • Music:

More musings of the Soul...

First, let me say, I think a lot. It's what people who have no life and no girlfriend do. And to answer the obvious question that raises: Yes, that was a hint to all of you gorgeous-un-attached-young-females-between-the-ages-of-16-and-19 (this nations most precious natural resource) that I am available. Ok, so maybe the age range would best be suited at 22-26 but it would have ruined the very obscure video game referance. Anyway, the point is, it's my journal and I put a lot of thoughtful stuff in it. So, without further adieu, the real journal entry.

Music is the best thing that man has ever invented. A communication of the soul. It shatters all language barries, and convey's it's meaning and feeling reguardless. Perhaps, it is not an invention of man, but more a tool of the soul. Yes, that's it, a tool of the soul. When we make music, it is our soul that speaks. The only thing better than music is love. Of course, nothing is better than love, that's why we all search endlessly for it. But love is not the topic of this post, so I'll leave it for another time. Here, have the lyrics to my second favorite song ever.




"Welcome Home (Sanitarium)"
by: Metallica

Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred

Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see it's why my brain says rage

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Build my fear of what's out there
Can not breath the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?

No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again"


So, now I'm going to do something I don't normally do. I'm going to ask you all a question. Not that I really expect anyone to be reading this, but if you are, and you have the time. Reply and post your interpretation of the lyrics. I'll post mine in a few days, so as not to color your views. :)
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments