I've always loved this song for its touching and beautiful lyrics and more importantly, I always felt remotely and strangely connected to Princess Diana in the most peculiar of ways. I was very young when she passed away, but for some reason, her death felt very painful to me and resonated deeply with me. I don't think I will ever completely understand why, but I believe she was truly a light in the darkness of this world despite her flaws (all humans are entitled them) and whenever I sing this song, as in this upload, I sing it from the bottom of my heart and I hope that whoever's listening, you'll feel it to be genuine and sincere. This time, I did a little guitar-playing too, but it's a little soft and my playing's not great, so do bear with it.

Candle in the Wind (Princess Diana Version) ~ Elton John

Goodbye England's rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
You called out to our country
And you whispered to those in pain
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Loveliness we've lost
These empty days without your smile
This torch we'll always carry
For our nation's golden child
And even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you brought us through the years

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned our long before
Your legend ever will

Goodbye England's rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
Goodbye England's rose
From a country lost without your soul
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion
More than you'll ever know

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And you footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned out long before
Your legend ever will

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(Again: I know it's small, but please click to the grey words "Boomp3.com" just above to hear the song. Thanks.)

Unknown Lonely - 16 years, 1 month, 27 days ago

I would like to share one my favourite songs, but this time I felt that I should do it differently, and so I sang it myself (without any backing backing music). My voice isn't fantastic I know, but I chose to do it this way because it felt more personal and it came from the heart. I first heard this song performed by The Corrs and it instantly resonated with me very deeply.

No Frontiers

If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, baby born to float
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
And your heart is Amelia dying to fly
Heaven knows no frontiers and I've seen heaven in your eyes

And if life is a bar room in which we must wait
'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates

In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day
When fear will lose its grip
And heaven has its ways

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes

If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night

In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip
And heaven has its ways
And heaven has its ways
When all will harmonise
And you know what's in our hearts
The dream will realise

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes

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(I know it's small, but please click to the grey words "Boomp3.com" just above to hear the song. Thanks.)

Unknown Lonely - 16 years, 2 months, 2 days ago

It's time for me to share another poem. I have no idea why wrote this one, I just did, but it wasn't recently, more like a few years back. I'd like to leave this one up for interpretation of any sort since I myself don't really know what to make of it.

DAWN

Daylight creeps into the dungeons
Demons awake in hearts of doom
Death awaiting the masters of danger
Darkness will be at the heel of their departure

All but one were Evil's ambassadors
All but one now feel afraid
Angels will surround him as he ascends
A hero in Heaven, in the afterlife

Wrongly accused, he now sits waiting
Without any food, drinking no water
Writing out his last words
Within his own world

Now they arrive to take to the bitter North
Never to see the world but in nothingness
Now like his Saviour, to a cross he is nailed
Neglected by this Earth; hailed by all in a world neverending

Mag Melvy Jolie copyright


Unknown Lonely - 16 years, 3 months ago

Once again, I haven't written anything in eons, so here's an entry. I recently watched the movie "Mamma Mia!" and thought it was AWESOME. I've been a big fan of ABBA and their music since I was a child and watched the original musical stage version, obviously LOVING it as well. There's one part in the movie which I found very beautiful and touching, and that was the part where mother and daughter sang "Slipping Through My Fingers". The full clip of the movie version is impossible to find on Youtube at this point and the stage musical versions are all filmed by handphones and hand-held cameras, so they're very unclear and fuzzy, and so I'm just going to post the original ABBA version up. Lyrics are below. Enjoy!

Slipping Through My Fingers ~ ABBA

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...




Unknown Lonely - 16 years, 3 months, 11 days ago

After so long, I finally found the inspiration to write a new poem. My best friend, Evangeline Erwin (she was British), died last year in June after being in a coma for 6 months. (She had been shot thrice in the chest in January in America in the projects of Southeast Washington DC by a group of drunken and 'high' teenagers whilst helping out a friend residing there.) I never got the opportunity to say goodbye or experience closure because I was stuck here in Singapore due to more than a couple of ridiculous reasons. However, I did 'speak' to her on the phone at least 3 times a week in a one-way conversation. It was painful, but at least while I heard her breathe, I knew she was still alive. Her death sent me into depression, but I've always kept it inside and this poem represents what I think she might have been feeling or thinking while she listened to me speak and it is also symbolic of my impossible hopes to wake up one day and find her still alive. It is written with her as the persona. Evi, wherever you are, I miss you, and I love you as always.

My Heart Is Breaking

"Can you feel it, Love?"
She takes my limp hand, holds it to her chest.
"Can you feel it breaking?"
My heart is breaking.

"Can you hear me, Love?"
She looks upon my pale face, my closed eyes.
"Can you hear me cry each night?"
My heart is breaking.

"Can you feel my touch, Love?"
She places her head on my chest, listens to the faint heartbeat.
"Can you feel my touch, trembling and afraid?"
My heart is breaking.

"Do you know I'm here, Love?"
She lies next to me, holds my frail body in gentle embrace.
"Do you know I'm here, fading along with you?"
My heart is breaking.

I feel your touch, Love, hear you cry each night.
I know you're here, Love, so close yet so far.
How to tell you I'm here too? I'm lost.
I can feel your heart breaking, every beat a thud of pain.
And my heart is breaking, knowing that I'm the cause of it.

My heart is breaking...
Broken, bleeding heart...
I struggle to reach you, to wake, to respond.
A single tear runs down my cheek.
"Doctor! Doctor!" I hear your voice call.

Mag Melvy Jolie copyright


Unknown Lonely - 16 years, 5 months, 6 days ago