February 21, 2002
February 19, 2002
Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell.
Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled again.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.
Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.
Defining, confining, controlling, and we're sinking deeper.
Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.
Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or
Drags you down like a stone
To consume you till you choose to let this go.
Give away the stone.
Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated anchor.
Give away the stone.
Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.
Let go.
This song reminds me of things. It reminds me of lots of things. Mostly relationships. It is very well written, and I thoroughly enjoy it. I wish that more people (including myself) would be able to grasp this concept becasue it is so so so so very true. The more I hear this song the more I realize its unblemished truth. I suppose that there is nothing that I alone can do. I wish for the ideal far too often, and it is hard to come to grasp the reality that there will never be an ideal or a purity to the minds of others. It seems selfish now that I think of it, now that I think that I wish people understand what I have come to understand. I wish that people could grasp what I find to be true, and it isn't that I want everyone to believe in what I believe in. I simply want others to catch a glimps at what I see and have seen in the past. So I suppose that it really isn't selfish, just an unachievable hope. No one will ever come to terms with their own problems. No one will ever reach what they want to. It seems like it would make sense to just give up. And to some extent I insist that some people should give up, because what they seek is intangible, but at the same time I think that we would all crumble and fall apart if we didn't have that constant yearning for something that we subconciously know that we cannot have. Maybe this only makes sense in my brain, or maye not. I'm not sure. I was just thinking.
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