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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Foolish Games, Thoughtless Words

A friend read out the lyrics of this song to me. I instantly fell in love with it. Stinging, painful,heart retching, just because they hit the exact mark, down to the details of the specific art period. It's ok if you don't know what Im talking about. Just enjoy it for what it is, leave the painful bit for me.

Foolish Games
You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You were always brilliant in morning
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you
Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself
These foolish games are tearing me apart
You're tearing me, tearing me, tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You took off your coat and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that

Lyrics and song by Jewel
Album: Pieces of You

posted by expressome at 12:59 PM

17 Comments:

  • The thing about jewel, the one thing that sets her leagues beyond the ordinary is that she is a poet who can sing. Not a song writer or a singer or a celebrity. A poet god gifted with the only voice good enough to render her words into emotionally charged verbal rendition. I think i was one of her first fans ever... in pakistan at any rate. If it hadn't been for that idiot rodeo guy i was all set to propose ;) she even has a chipped front tooth. Sigh.
    anyway, foolish games is everything that you said it is. I think any one who has ever been in love or infatuated even can relate to what she is implying, regardless of the significance of the art period. But there is a song that better fits everything you say this one is, a little better. Plus makes one hurl a million more adjectives towards it because of the painfully simple beauty of it.
    Its kinda like that urdu poem of yours... what i commented about it can almost be applied to the Jewel song i'm referring to... 'You were meantt for me'.
    Its the kind of song you shudn't drive along with because 9 out of 10 times you hear it, you will cry.
    I'd post teh lyrics hear, but i want you to listen to it, and try to get the original album version. She really messed it up in the MTV unplugged version that made the rounds a few years later.
    I'm gonna go listen to it right now... you keep reminding of anchors i left far behind. Thankyou :D

    By Blogger Phitaymaun, at Wednesday, July 13, 2005 9:42:00 PM  

  • Ha, im sure u wouldve been a better bet than that rodeo guy anyway! ;)
    well like i said before, it isnt even necessary to have been infatuated or in ove to get the song...it is simple, very honest in the sense that even if you are friends with someone and obviously there are all sorts of friends, all different sort of relationships labeled under the huge umbrella of friendship. Anyway,you see from where I stand I see it as a song that talks about the regular days that amounted to something so special when they were gone, days spent alongside a best friend. Talking about everyday things, while fingers busily strummed the guitar, and conversations flowed over coffee, we talked about art movements we had to do our term papers on and yes ofcourse the messed up hair, crazy ways, though id be teh one to take off my coat and stand in the rain. And hits the mark completely when it says, i stood by the window, somehow i always did feel lik i was watching in on you from somewhere out, far out. And you couldnt see the way I was watching, no, Looking.
    oh damn, this isnt a reply to your comment, this is me rambling on. Apology due.
    So you see this isnt a song about distant infatuation, nor is it something I could imagine, i am not that romantic a person. This to me was everyday life, u no like wake up in the morning, dress up, and this song takes place everyday of your life, so basically it describes the events that took place just through very good lyrics.
    And yes I do agree about Jewel,being a very gifted poet, I read her book A Night Without Armour before I heard any of her songs.
    I have mentioned one of my fav poems from that book, the one about "all that you will not sya...and all that i cannot ask"
    I havent yet quoted my absolute favourite poem of hers yet, maybe cuz i have some inhibitions, cuz people who know me, know the fact that I know it like the back of my hand and well...I dont know. I know i will end up doing it anyway, cuz day by day, i care a little less.

    And once again the song..."you were meant for me" hahahah very ironic....yet again. I havent heard it ever, but it is from teh same album as this one and I have read the lyrics, powerful.
    Have u heard my fav mistake, by sheryl crow.
    I have also mentioned that in several posts, the song haunts me, seriously it follows me. definitely worth listening to.

    And yes,the part in Foolish games...
    'Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
    Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself'
    ya that happened tooo,
    and yes the foolish games and thoughtless words did tear me apart.
    so ya its basically its my life.

    By Blogger expressome, at Thursday, July 14, 2005 12:37:00 AM  

  • well okay, you seem to have had an everday existence much more romantic than me.... but you know, irrespective of how common polace teh imagery o fthis song may have beeh one in your life, once you associate it with one person... one friends, thts you cue to realize that the freind in question was a lot more than just a freind.
    I would be lying if said i understand what exactly your situation is, you said in very clear words that you don't have an ex. But the more i read your stuff the more it seems like you had been in love before you knew it. And now that you know its not prudent to accept that you ever were.
    Sadly if that be the case, i find myself bale to relate to it. The more i think about it the more my life unfolds as a lesson in relationships.
    Anyway, the way you went on in your response as if addressing instead the elusive 'you' in your life isn't anything to apologize for. It went a long way towards making me feel the angst you do when you listen to teh song Its something so intensely personal that sharing it can only mutilate the memory.

    By Blogger Phitaymaun, at Thursday, July 14, 2005 12:25:00 PM  

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    By Blogger expressome, at Friday, July 15, 2005 1:05:00 AM  

  • I maintain, you've had an every day existence much more romantic than most. It could be that it sounds like the kind of an existence i would've enjoyed but never had, always wanted to be teh guitar strummer dude but never got around to learning how to do it. In any case, its your memory, the fact that you cherish it leaves no room for arguments. Maybe if i told you mine you would find shades of a dream you dreamt long ago, but its all relative.
    So is freindhip. We associate varying degrees of trust and intimacy to our freinds depending on how they make us feel, secure, protected, loved, cared for whatever. There are no real definations for a freind, simply feelings.
    However, you wudn't have been the first person to confuse freindship with love and vice versa. Happens all the time. They even go as far as to say that the most reliable of all loves stems for the strongest of all freindhsips. Who's to say who's right and who's been wrong all along.
    The only thing is... freindhsip doesn't make one yearn the way you yearn.
    Longing, after all, is a by-product solely of love. True or imagined, i don't know. BUt if it smells like love, and it hurts like love then chances are it is love.
    Your last stament just goes on to prove my earlier assessment...
    i;m not trying to prove myself right here, rest assured, but i can't help shake teh feeling that you're letting something precious turn to circumstancial residue simply because you're somewhat afraid to accept it for what it may always have been.
    The whys and hows of your choice are a mystery to me, so at best my judgment is deductive. But if there is an iota of truth in what i have said, you really must embrace your feeling for what they really are.

    You say love leaves you speechless, i'd like to know why.

    By Blogger Phitaymaun, at Friday, July 15, 2005 1:17:00 PM  

  • feelings embrace kar kay kya karoon?

    everything i can do after admitting, I am doing now...it isnt simple denial.

    its a hell of a lot more.

    I bet u dont need an answer for wat u rote, u no wat im gonna say,u no wat i am living.

    You dont even need to prove yourself, like u said, u also understand things inspite of wat color i paint them in, u still see the burning red underneath it all.

    By Blogger expressome, at Saturday, July 16, 2005 1:02:00 AM  

  • Just so u no, ive left several comments on ure old posts,that i had missed out on, and am catching up on now...
    still laughing about the staring at old aunties wala! hahahah. though im in no place to tell u this, i still will, Sajjad aim for someonewith a better sense of humor! girl with a sense of humor wouldve laffed her head off and wouldnt have let u hear the end of it! hahhahaha

    btw, I love "Spent".

    By Blogger expressome, at Saturday, July 16, 2005 1:48:00 AM  

  • Comment 1: Embrace kar lo, then you will know kay karna kiya hai.
    What you're doing after admitting isn't all that you can do, its all you're allowing yourself to do.
    Why? I dunno. But i do know that yes you can get over it, you can be sullen and sulk behind words and beautiful memories and sooner or later you become okay with what you ended up with and then this painful lucidity also disappears and then you leave it all behind.
    We can do that with anything in teh world, because we are built that way. But at some point you gotta choose something or someone whose worth hanging on to. Or atleast worth trying for. Or else at the end of your days you sit and stare into the nothingness around you and see instead the nothingness inside which only a decades old phantom could fulfill, but guess what, you chose once to not remember his/her face.
    I know we're not supposed to linger on to broken dreams or fantastic illusions, i know we are supposed to take it all in stride, condemn it all to fate and move on to the next step. But i also know that the last thing i ever want is to die with a heavy heart. So when i love, i want to love enough to last me through to my grave... reciprocated or not, maybe not even forever but enough to know for a fact that there will never again be a day in my life when i will sit and wonder what if i had said this or done that or been there... i don't know if this makes sense and can't really guess if it is any help to you... but when i say embrace the way you feel i mean fucking get it in a bear hug and beat it down till it either gives in or dies...
    okay bad analogy damnit.
    hmm its like this, you think you love someone... you bloody well make sure you do every thing in your power to make it work.
    If it still doesn't make sense... take to aspirins and call me in the morning..
    :S

    By Blogger Phitaymaun, at Saturday, July 16, 2005 2:45:00 AM  

  • comment 2: several commenst turned out o be ONE! on teh staring at old aunties wala post.
    Btw i wasn't freakin staring at them thats the whole point. I WANS"T EVEN LOOKING...
    gla dyou enjoyed, i love getting comments on old posts, it means a lot when someone take steh time out not only to read my thoughts but also scroll down all the way to teh bottom to read old stuff. So please feel fre eto leave comments on old posts, there are some that i would love to get your input on.

    Now, to your advice... yes we all need someone iwth a sense of humor, that more than anything else makes life easy. But alas, no such luck.
    Not even trying anymore which is a disturbingly comfortable place to be in. ALthough i cucn't help feeling that if it had been the ex we wud've had a jolly good time of it. Khair

    By Blogger Phitaymaun, at Saturday, July 16, 2005 2:51:00 AM  

  • very thought provoking comments.
    Thank u for taking the time, seriously.
    Im very weirded out at this moment in time due to a relapse in resolve, I seem to be suffering from the after effects of yet another not required random conversation with u no who, that too an incomplete one.
    ill take teh aspirin abhi and call u in some.
    thanks,doc.
    thought id make this a light and easy comment, guess brain lost the ability to function, emotionally dried up.

    to myself ill say,ssshhh.
    enough.

    By Blogger expressome, at Monday, July 18, 2005 1:15:00 AM  

  • incomplete conversations....
    sigh.
    Good luck.

    By Blogger Phitaymaun, at Monday, July 18, 2005 3:54:00 PM  

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    By Blogger Ent, at Friday, August 05, 2005 9:01:00 PM  

  • the 4th comment, that I deleted myself....

    dont know if nay good comes out of Thanking you for understanding...its just something that is there, u understand and I am grateful that someone does. So i guess i will be redundant and say Thank you. You get about everything except the part that sharingteh memory willonly mutilate it. That it wont, and yes I do agree no one else will be able to see it the way I do, cuz they havent experienced it first hand, so yes I generally refrain from narrating and going into details about such memories, I just simply cherish them. But at the same time yes I didnt have an ex, I was never 'involved' in the sense that we generally use it in.

    The everyday existence may seem romantic wen it is in such poetic form, but honestly, just imagine (……………………………………….)… basically experienceing everyday life, just alongside a friend, a wonderful friend, someone exceptional in your eyes, but ya that would be something you realized AFTER and not DURINg that time. just for the recordit wanst just this, it was full of everyday stressful situations, serious situations, etc, but that’s another post altogether. I may be giving just the very glossy finish,picture perfect scene right now, but that was hardly it.
    But you are right aboutteh fact that the friend was much more than a friend. But then whose definition of a 'friend" do we live by...??

    And raha sawal Love ka, that is one thing i am generally speechless about.

    If I knew love, I might have been able to tell you that maybe I was in maybe I wasnt in, before i knew it.
    I dont know.
    Maybe, I dont want to know either.

    By Blogger expressome, at Wednesday, August 10, 2005 11:35:00 PM  

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