Don’t Say A Word!

30 effing games, spectacularly played 5 sets, all in the course of crowning one of the greats of the games of tennis. I was sure Federer would win it in the end, but Andy Roddick played so well that at times I was actually wishing he would win. He deserved to win but that final forehand of his just sealed Federer’s magnificence on the court. It was a proud moment, and my heart went out to Roddick. He’s worked so well this year, and that final was a perfect chance for him, but he missed it by a whisker. Brilliant players, both. Federer just had lady luck on his side. 16-14. Marvellous set, that last one. An hour and a half of play for that. And it might’ve gone on had it not been for Roddick’s mishit.

Woah! Anyway, Christiano ‘smirking/diving’ Ronaldo has left the Premier League – Real’s gain becomes ManUtd’s loss, but it’s better not to have a player who wants to play for another club – but for 80 million pounds… ok, I’m just glad he’s not around the Premier League anymore. He’s my cousin’s problem now – she hates him and he’s in Real Madrid now – and she loves Kaka. *she also like Lleyton Hewitt and Andy Roddick – but fully supported Roddick through the Wimbledon*

Have this ‘Things To Take To College’ list – my own – and there are these odd items that keep appearing on it, important stuff but odd. I can take three suitcases worth of things – excluding the two bags I can carry as hand baggage – and it’s rather distressing to know that I will have to leave behind a lot of things I’ve never so far been without. It’s hard. Clothes are okay, but I’ve a good collection of coats and shoes and I would hate to leave behind any of those. Well, come to think of it, clothes…yeah there are those particular pairs of jeans and shirts that I love…oh my. With the weight of my check-in baggage being 23×3 (=69) kilograms there isn’t much I can do. But that’s enough, I guess. I will be travelling to Atlanta on any and every 3+ day weekend I get…I’ll be fine I suppose.

One of my friends treated me to stories of blood and gore and somehow that stuck with me and I found myself obsessing over Don’t Say A Word by Sonata Arctica. Awesome song, amazing vocals, brilliant solos, and creepy lyrics – that, by my interpretation of the song, don’t know about you. Here be the lyrics as far as I could make out with a little help from a lyric birdie as well. If your taste in music be the same or close to mine *basically a lot of noise…metal – any sub genre of*, then you’ll like this one, really. Play it nice and loud.

 I am your poison candy gram, the love that’s meant to fade away

Vade retro, alter ego Move aside I’m choking on this life

I think I tolerate your hate as long as you’re afraid

All I wanted was to be with you and suffer everyday

Under the moon I hold a wake for a promise torn

Mortally wounded, feelings sheltered me

Once again my shadow will enter your life

Time to walk with me the last mile

I read a book about a man, a love, a woman, how they died

How I was waved aside, listen how the headless doves cry

I truly see a madman in the mirror when I’m weak

I spent a year in love before I realized it’s me

Open your blue eyes tell me that you love me, whore

Make me believe it, oh I know you’re lying

Broke the vow I thought you made, my angel, why?

Could I let you wait out the night?

 

Mother always said, “My son, do the noble thing.

You have to finish what you started, no matter what,

Now sit, watch and learn.

It is not how long you live, but what your morals say.

Cannot keep your part of the deal, so don’t say a word,

Don’t say a word.”

 

It won’t be long now love, like mist I slowly fill the room

I place a black candle on your chest, the path of night is manifest

I never wanted us to end up in this catatonic phase

It wasn’t me who ran away, you made me stray

Open your blue eyes tell me that you love me, whore

Make me believe it, oh I know you lied

Broke the vow I thought you made, my angel, why?

Settling the score we pass the twilight

 

Mother always said, “My son, do the noble thing.

You have to finish what you started, no matter what,

Now sit, watch and learn.

It is not how long you live, but what your morals say.

Cannot keep your part of the deal, so don’t say a word,

Don’t say a word.”

 

Strawberry blonde your stranglehold on my heart is bound to end

I suppose life, sometimes, it doesn’t go the way it was meant

Though you never where a believer, I assure you I won’t die before you

You read the book now, the part ‘ashes to ashes, dust to dust’

 

Short is the flight of this little starling, love sounds familiar, but the emotion escapes me

I will carpe the diem while it’s still here, and see how the fear of death becomes her.

 

We had it all so sweet, made for me, you, indeed

Big secret, small the lie, don’t cry for me oh argentite

No word you say tonight can make this be alright

I’ll help you follow through, remember this – pacta sunt servanda

 

The wounds are too deep

I need to keep the scars to prove there was a time

When I loved something more than life

Unlike the last time here I now have the means and a will sincere

Your knight is no where near

Unfortunately for you this makes me your God

 

Closing your blue eyes don’t ever say you love me, whore

You never meant a word, I know you lied

When there is life, there is despair, indulge me now

And stay alive this night, I promise you the end before the first light arrives

 

Mother always said, “My son, do the noble thing.

You have to finish what you started, no matter what,

Now sit, watch and learn.

It is not how long you live, but what your morals say.

Cannot keep your part of the deal, so don’t say a word,

Don’t say-”

Mother always said, “My son, do the noble thing.

You have to finish what you started, no matter what,

Now sit, watch and learn.

It is not how long you live, but what your morals say.

Cannot keep your part of the deal, so don’t say a word,

Don’t say a word!”