This blog scares me.
I am frightened by that first sentence I just plucked out of my cluttered head, and, predictably, will probably be frightened of every sentence to follow.
Every...painstaking word, is taking more and more out of me. And I shouldn't even be writing this.
That sentence sucked. And so did this one, and the one before it. It doesn't matter though.
It usually doesn't matter THIS much.
I usually shut myself up. Stop thinking so intricately, and stop analysing. I stop having ISSUES and simply write. I don't have to make decisions then.
But the funny (or not-so funny) part is, I'd rather it be me.
There's a certain control within having no control of yourself.
That sentence seems very contradicting, but I can explain it.
When it's no-one but me, fretting over what I'm doing and how I'm saying things, I am infinitely in control. When everyone else claims to know me, I start to lose that control. I start thinking "hey, this is so predictable, I bet they can tell right?"
I don't want to be a pattern. I don't want to have a key. I'd rather fall down and dust myself off and say "hey, you wanna go get ice-cream" like we've NEVER done it before. But I don't want to be so illogical that it becomes logical.
But right now, I am in control. Of myself, of my mind.
Don't try and take that away from me, because I'll probably crawl into a hole and die.
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The End.
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The Beginning.
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"Now the war is over,
Mussolini's dead,
He wanted to go to Heaven with a crown upon his head.
The Lord said "No!"
You've got to stay below,
All dressed up,
With no where to go."
I found out what (by popular belief) it means.
It seems so out of place at the end of the song, but now it makes perfect sense.
The second character in the song (the 'you' character), the person the first character is directing all the stabs at...is compared to that of Mussolini, a fascist dictator. A lot of people think this song is based around a relationship turned sour, with the first character claiming that she's okay now they're not together, she's having a FANTASTIC time without him there, and would love to rub it in and in that way...the 'Mussolini' character, has gotten his comeuppance. He used to think he was "all that" ie. with the crown upon his head, but in the end...he sucks, and must stay in Hell.
<3Helena
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2 comments:
Hehe, i remember discussing that part of the song. now i understand how it fits in. Thankyou!
Don't worry dear, as much as people try and control others, most of them can't. and you're one of those people who'll just shrug off the control. you are a force unto yourself. no one has claim to you. or your pattern/lack thereof.
i'm confused
no one can control you unless you let them
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