Seeing how science actually had a greater appeal, I should stick with writing articles on science, But then my mind is not that simple. I am not proud of that but hell I am just trying to be honest.-"Then it fell apart"
where does this come from; pretty simple, its from a song called extreme ways - Moby. I bet everyone must have heard it somewhere or the other. If not its about time you hear it.
Let me just write the lyrics for the song for the bunch of you guys who enjoy this song:
Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn’t know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I’d owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me
Extreme ways that that help me
Help me out at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it planned
I would stand in line for this
There’s always room in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does
Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn’t have much to say
I didn’t get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along
I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I’ve seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn’t even believe
I would stand in line for this
It’s always good in life for this
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does.
Now where have I heard this song?? Don't even bother thinking. You must have heard it almost anywhere; and definitely as the theme song for "The Jason Bourne Trilogy".
So anyways, Why am i talking about this song and why did I even blog this. Is it because its my favorite song at the moment. [A little side note, there is never always a favorite that doesn't change, favorite is a word that is used to describe something you like for that phase of your life. Its always transient]. But thats the case for me and this phrase, "then it fell apart". Some how somewhere within the last 5-6 years that I have been probably listening to this song, it has gotten integrated into me, this track has gotten into a repeat mode in the back of my head and so much so that almost half of the day, I keep listening to this song in my head.
Do I ever get bored of this.; NEVER.
Now before people start wondering, does this guy even have a point to writing this blog? I would like to remind you, I write a blog to put out my feelings. Almost like a dairy, except that when I write a blog I like the feedbacks and comments and we can always discuss it out. Most of the times its just me and my BIL(Ram- my brother-in-law) but hell I don't mind having a single audience either.
Now back on track. what did Moby, have running on the back of his mind when he wrote this song? I would really like to know. If anyone reading this have any contact with Moby, just ask him about it ;).
I always had thought of it this way, to write a song or poem, you have to be in a state of mind and that state of mind reflects on the poem/song. But then this view drastically changed not after listening to this but when writing a song of my own. I mean I wrote it in like 15-20 min. And I do not even have it with me anymore, I wish I had this idea to put everything online back then, It would have been so much more convenient. I had written this on a bench. [To be precise, it was during my undergraduate days, and in one of the exam halls, yep in the middle of of a freaking exam]. I was so bored answering the exam, that I actually sat and wrote my best poem yet. It was about a beggar. There is only one person to have read it, Arvind. I do not know if he still remembers it though. And I do not think I can recapitulate that even if I sat for another century. Anyways the point I am trying to make is, I was never a beggar, and I had no idea what they thought, and neither was I in a happy state of mind, or in a sad state nor was I really in the mood for writing the poem. But then it just happened.
Well I hope I made the point, not that I really had any point behind writing this long ramble of my thoughts, but its always nice to put stuff down for people to see. Lets hear your thought.
~G
