Bombs

Just having a bit of a bad time at the moment with my depression, moods, meds and just generally how quiet I've been and how my thoughts are.

 PLease feel free to listen to the enclosed song, I've put the lyrics down below as a reminder, that we listen to the song but hardly ever read what it is actually about.

faithless bombs 

 We think we´re heroes,we think we´re kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Ohh,look how great we have become

Key in the door,the moment I´ve been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss
And a story they´re a gift to this world
My only claim to glory
I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions
I´m amazed

So much heaven,So much hell
So much love,So much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war,So much soul
One mans loss,Another mans gold
So much more than I thought this world can ever hold

We´re just children,We´re just dust
We are small and we are lost
And we´re nothing,nothing at all

One bomb,the whole block gone
Can´t find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise,panic and confusion
But to some another fun day in Babylon
I´m gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done so now I got to kill someone

So much heaven,So much hell
So much love,So much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war,So much soul
Moments lost,moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much heaven,So much hell
So much love,So much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war,So much soul
Moments lost,Moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

this is without a doubt, one of my favourite top songs. The lyrics just tells me so much and the overall music has a resonance and energy through me that picks me up a little. Yes the world is a mad, bad place but dammit, you don't have to be.

birdie love.

xxx