Why PJ's song Alive means that much to me
Aafke
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Well here is my version of the song Alive. I did recognise some of the feelings Ed discripes in the original song. And I do feel sorry for his loss, but sometimes I envy him. He is able to hang on to his fantasy version off his dad, I can't...
Alive
“Girl”, she said, “Have I got a little story for you.
The man you thought was your daddy is not him…
Both your fathers didn’t want you to know this
But I can’t lie anymore. So I’m telling you now
Ooooh, I, ooh, I ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
You’re eleven years old; you’re old enough to hold this a secret
Your grandma is too old; she would die if she found out
You’re a strong girl, you will survive, and you’re alive
So I am glad we’ve talked…”
Ooooh, I, ooh, I ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
“Be glad,” she said laying her arm around my shoulder,
“I picked out the decent man to raise you…
Not like my own dad and your real father….
They are troubled men they both have a bad temper.
Ooooh, I, ooh, I ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
Your grandfather hit me and when he’s drunk he even hits you.
He also repeatedly raped me and my sisters when we were kids,
And I’m afraid your real dad would do the same to you
That’s why I stayed married.”
What I thought would be a great bedtime story
Turned quickly into a real life nightmare.
Ooooh, I, ooh, I‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
She walked slowly across the young girl’s room.
She said:”I’m ready for you…”
I can’t remember anything, ‘till this very day…
She lifted the weight of all those secrets off her shoulders onto mine.
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, yeah, I ‘m still alive
I ran upstairs to see the man I thought was my father
But I couldn’t call him dad anymore
What would withhold him from raping me?
I wasn’t even his flesh and blood
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
My mom gave me the phone number off my real daddy
I called him up but he didn’t have time for me
He promised he should call me back the next day
Until this day I wait… he doesn’t want me…
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
Do I deserve to be, is not the question.
But it’s so, it’s so, ooh it’s so… fucked up
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, yeah, I ‘m still alive
From this day on I play a role…, I pretend…
Hide my feelings … cause who cares?
But every time one sow a resemblance between my ‘dad’ and me
Part of me was damaged again and died, pies by pies.
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive 3x
Why did I become a liar for them? Hiding the damage they caused inside…
Because even when they didn’t care… I still loved them
Even more then myself… But No More Lies!!!
I will speak out now, if anyone cares!!!
Ooh I, ooh , I try to survive, ooh, I, oh, I’m still alive,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alive
“Girl”, she said, “Have I got a little story for you.
The man you thought was your daddy is not him…
Both your fathers didn’t want you to know this
But I can’t lie anymore. So I’m telling you now
Ooooh, I, ooh, I ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
You’re eleven years old; you’re old enough to hold this a secret
Your grandma is too old; she would die if she found out
You’re a strong girl, you will survive, and you’re alive
So I am glad we’ve talked…”
Ooooh, I, ooh, I ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
“Be glad,” she said laying her arm around my shoulder,
“I picked out the decent man to raise you…
Not like my own dad and your real father….
They are troubled men they both have a bad temper.
Ooooh, I, ooh, I ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
Your grandfather hit me and when he’s drunk he even hits you.
He also repeatedly raped me and my sisters when we were kids,
And I’m afraid your real dad would do the same to you
That’s why I stayed married.”
What I thought would be a great bedtime story
Turned quickly into a real life nightmare.
Ooooh, I, ooh, I‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
She walked slowly across the young girl’s room.
She said:”I’m ready for you…”
I can’t remember anything, ‘till this very day…
She lifted the weight of all those secrets off her shoulders onto mine.
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, yeah, I ‘m still alive
I ran upstairs to see the man I thought was my father
But I couldn’t call him dad anymore
What would withhold him from raping me?
I wasn’t even his flesh and blood
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
My mom gave me the phone number off my real daddy
I called him up but he didn’t have time for me
He promised he should call me back the next day
Until this day I wait… he doesn’t want me…
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive
Do I deserve to be, is not the question.
But it’s so, it’s so, ooh it’s so… fucked up
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, yeah, I ‘m still alive
From this day on I play a role…, I pretend…
Hide my feelings … cause who cares?
But every time one sow a resemblance between my ‘dad’ and me
Part of me was damaged again and died, pies by pies.
Ooooh, I, ooh, ‘m still alive, ooh, I ‘m still alive 3x
Why did I become a liar for them? Hiding the damage they caused inside…
Because even when they didn’t care… I still loved them
Even more then myself… But No More Lies!!!
I will speak out now, if anyone cares!!!
Ooh I, ooh , I try to survive, ooh, I, oh, I’m still alive,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
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What is almost as disturbing as the neglect. Is how the masses revel in the art inspired by human misery (I'm included in that). Its like we all relate to misery and that is how we share in the stories of others. Maybe a lot of people think {I'm better off than that person}. That could be CNN's corporate slogan. I can't express it right...But misery makes for interesting art. The human condition...no, your story in no way should be a human condition.
Your story isn't finished by far. Better days ahead.
Ed wrote some other stuff too. Your song dedication today...Future days
"All my stolen missing parts
I've no need for anymore".
"All the demons used to come around
I'm grateful now they've left".
"I believe".
I suppose human, misery inspires a lot off great art, is because people in their daily routine, aren't great in sharing their misery. They are often more at ease by showing their successful independent side instead of their fragility. I know I am.
But the pain and grieve with occurs in every human life, has to be dealt with too. In my case it works like this: By making art (visual or written) I can stay close to myself, express my emotions, and I can deal with the emotions, witch I can't show to the people around me in my daily life.
It's like my quot of Paul Klee: "Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see." I truly believe that's the case. I also believe that great art is always made with a lot of emotions by the artist. These emotions are what makes spectators connect with their own emotions. I am not sure its always a case of: I am better of than this person. I think that great art makes you feel something, I think it doesn't matter what kind of feeling it wakes up, as long as it does connects with your own emotions.
I know my story isn't finished yet. Better days will come. In fact they are here at the moment , cause by sharing my work here, and getting feedback, I grow stronger. And maybe some day I will be able to share all my happy toughs here too. But for now I will continue sharing my dark side, cause it annoys me right now.
So lets annoy others with it too...
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
Sometimes the artwork has to speak for it's self. See what you wanna see. I would love to hear it.
Here is an other one... Toghether.
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
Well here is an other one... called Fading away
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
This painting
This writing
The sublimation
Of my tears
My heart is screaming
But my eyes stay dry
Feeling the pressure
Have lost
Me
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
Confused, lonely, so alone
Fear kicks in again
Have I been too honest?
Have I been too fragile?
Why do I keep trying?
Why do I still reach out to others?
Why do I allow people to hurt me, over and over again?
Why do I count on being hurt again?
I shout have known better by now…
Why this lack of self-esteem?
Why do I keep fucking up…?
Let me sprat my wings
Let me fly out of this misery..
I don't need no permission
Other than my own
Why is it so difficult to give?.
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee