I'm back.
jamit
Posts: 49
as a pretext:
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I was obssessed with pearl jam back in '03-'04 and then my junior year came around and life started heading in a different direction and although I was still very passionate about my love for pearl jam..it was fading. I tried all I could to get back in and just now, as I type this with Yield playing, I know I am back. So here is a train of thought during an opening I finally recieved. (BTW, I saw PJ in Cincy for the first time this year..amazying but still didn't do what I needed)
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When I was faithfull, I fell in love all over again. Timid I approached full of fear. The notes rang clear as did the fire dissolving the haunting. It felt real again. The music pierced the skin. Finally, with that chord I am alive. Unknowingly hooked, I kept returning full of hope something would change. Just one more rush like the good times. The breeze in a cool spring day flowing through your open window as you cruise down the highway at 70 mph. Then there was nothing but the music and the road to going in all directions. I had a choice. One destination to turn to and now the skies look promising, for rain. A spring's shower. I just hope I can start fresh again.
And as I sat there confused, I realized it was in the radio. I forgotten the potential of this album. Why it was my favorite so long ago. I want it back. It felt so right then. It feels so right now. Cruising through my sick and stressed body. It soothes better than any drug. Just listen. Feel the mood rising. And there it breaks with pleasure and continues to rise. It's sinking in stronger now. This one was my favorite. I remember why. There is a place where the music rests and shook to it's core it will rise again. Just find it and give it a push. Play it for a minute. Find out what can happen.
Don't go to that room. It was never meant to be there. Go find what was missing, and then you will find what you want. There you can see the fear has forgotten to tag along. He was flying above again, and returning just when you'd thought he'd left. You'll never forget why this is what made you live again. Why you can feel again.
What a release.
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I was obssessed with pearl jam back in '03-'04 and then my junior year came around and life started heading in a different direction and although I was still very passionate about my love for pearl jam..it was fading. I tried all I could to get back in and just now, as I type this with Yield playing, I know I am back. So here is a train of thought during an opening I finally recieved. (BTW, I saw PJ in Cincy for the first time this year..amazying but still didn't do what I needed)
.
.
.
When I was faithfull, I fell in love all over again. Timid I approached full of fear. The notes rang clear as did the fire dissolving the haunting. It felt real again. The music pierced the skin. Finally, with that chord I am alive. Unknowingly hooked, I kept returning full of hope something would change. Just one more rush like the good times. The breeze in a cool spring day flowing through your open window as you cruise down the highway at 70 mph. Then there was nothing but the music and the road to going in all directions. I had a choice. One destination to turn to and now the skies look promising, for rain. A spring's shower. I just hope I can start fresh again.
And as I sat there confused, I realized it was in the radio. I forgotten the potential of this album. Why it was my favorite so long ago. I want it back. It felt so right then. It feels so right now. Cruising through my sick and stressed body. It soothes better than any drug. Just listen. Feel the mood rising. And there it breaks with pleasure and continues to rise. It's sinking in stronger now. This one was my favorite. I remember why. There is a place where the music rests and shook to it's core it will rise again. Just find it and give it a push. Play it for a minute. Find out what can happen.
Don't go to that room. It was never meant to be there. Go find what was missing, and then you will find what you want. There you can see the fear has forgotten to tag along. He was flying above again, and returning just when you'd thought he'd left. You'll never forget why this is what made you live again. Why you can feel again.
What a release.
YOU ARE..FAITHFULL, but no TREMOR CHRIST, and there's a DEAD MAN..GIVEN TO FLY
"I feel the same way about disco as I do herpes" -Hunter S. Thompson
"I feel the same way about disco as I do herpes" -Hunter S. Thompson
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