Don’t know just where I’m going
And tomorrow, it’s a little overwhelming
And the air is cold
And I’m not the same anymore
I’ve been running in your direction
For to long now
I’ve lost my own reflection
And I can’t look down
If you’re not there to catch me when I fall.
If this is the moment I stand here on my own
If this is my rite of passage that somehow leads me home
I might be afraid
But it’s my turn to be brave
If this is the last chance before we say goodbye
At least it’s the first day of the rest of my life
I can’t be afraid
Cause it’s my turn to be brave
All along all I ever wanted, was to be the light
When your life was daunting
But I can’t see mine
When I feel as though you’re pushing me away
Well who’s to blame, are we making the right choices
Cause we can’t be sure if we’re hearing our own voices
As we close the door even though we are so desperate to stay
If this is the moment I stand here on my own
If this is my rite of passage that somehow leads me home
I might be afraid
But it’s my turn to be brave
If this is the last chance before we say goodbye
At least it’s the first day of the rest of my life
I can’t be afraid
Cause it’s my turn to be brave
And I might still cry
And I might still bleed
These thorns in my side
This heart on my sleeve
And lightening may strike
This ground at my feet
And I might still crash
But I still believe
This is the moment I stand here all alone
With everything I have inside, everything I own
I might be afraid
But it’s my turn to be brave
If this is the last time before we say goodbye
At least it’s the first day of the rest of my life
I can’t be afraid
Cause it’s my turn to be brave
IT arrived today (I orderet it here), a new true treasure in my small collection of DVDs: The high-end, high-def, 5.1 movie “This delicate film we’ve made” by Darren Hayes. This flawless (and seamlessly blended) melange of of animation, 3D imagery and videoclips, based on Darren’s masterpiece of a concept album, “This delicate thing we’ve made” for me represents creativity in it’s purest and most daring of forms.
And having followed his carreer for quite some time, from “Savage Garden” to this blissful state, I havfe to say: there are musicians, there are singers, there are lyricists – and then there’s Darren. If ever a mighty fairy came to me to ask for one of my dearest wishes, it would be to see the world through DH’s eyes and reinterpret it as outrageously and brilliantly as he does. Wow!
So without further ado, I present a glimpse into the universe that is Darren Hayes:.
The Album (a sample called “Casey”)
The Tour DVD
This Delicate Film We’ve Made DVD
The Lyrics (a beautiful example with a short videoclip LIVE)
How To Build A Time Machine (By Darren Hayes and Robert Conley)
If I have understood correctly velocity equals the distance travelled divided by time.
I’ve read every word ever printed on quantum physics and now it is time to try.
I read your book, I found your notes, I dusted this thing off and turned on the key.
The rumbling motors, the buzzing incredible gadgets, the hissing electricity.
And now, the moment has come.
I’m travelling back in time.
They’re running down the hall.
I’ve started the countdown.
They want me to stop.
But I don’t think so.
I’m ready to go.
Let’s get the job done!
Beyond the paradoxical all the lights are dazzling.
Past the planes and trains and satellite navigation.
Past the time I spent today through the nearest wormhole.
In a stunning ball of white the light explodes and lands on you.
And you’re five.
Always running away when I was dying to kiss you and I,
I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to see where the moving van takes you
so I travel on.
Beyond the stars.
At one hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second I can fly.
Forward a few years, to nineteen hundred and seventy nine I caught a glimpse of the sky.
They’re coming down the road.
They’re coming to get me.
I never should have come.
I hide the time machine.
I’m running down the hall.
I think I’m at my old house.
Past the place where I grew up.
Number 9 Lake Road.
Past the swimming pool and Mabel Park and past Troy Clifford’s house.
To the Argonaut.
To the fish and chip shop.
Out the back and down the road and to the place I got beat up.
Hey! Put that rock down!
Can’t you see he’s half your size?
Hey! He looks familiar.
Oh my God it’s me aged nine!
Put your shoes on and run away from here.
I can’t get involved this is all so weird.
I’m meeting myself this is all so clear.
All the things I lost. All the people I hurt.
All the times I lied. All the moments wasted.
All I never did. All the dreams I had.
All the things I would change. I can change them.
All the things I lost. All the people I hurt.
All the times I lied. All the moments wasted.
I’m gonna make right what I made wrong and change how the future has gone.
Through appliance of science I’ll take hold of my enemies.
Take their obscenities.
Kiss them and leave them like lovers who’ve gone.
I’ll call my dad, I’ll tell him I miss him and tell my reflection it’s not your fault.
And now the moment has come.
I’m travelling back in time.
They’re running down the hall.
I’ve started the countdown.
They want me to stop.
But I don’t think so.
I’m ready to go.
Let’s get the job done!
Put your shoes on and run away from here.
I can’t get involved this is all so weird.
Oh my God it’s me aged 9!
Let’s get the job done!
All the things I lost. All the people I hurt.
All the times I lied. All the moments wasted.
All I never did. All the dreams I had.
All the things I would change. I can change them.
Beyond the paradoxical all the lights are dazzling.
Past the planes and trains and satellite navigation.
Past the time I spent today through the nearest wormhole.
In a stunning ball of white the light explodes into another moment.
Meine liebe Ex-Praktikantin machte mich auf diesen genialen Kabarettisten aufmerksam – man kann ja nicht alle Spaßvögel kennen, gell – und ich finde, mehr braucht man zur Neuen DDR, wie ich Ostdeutschland gern liebevoll nenne, auch nicht zu sagen. Kindchen, fahr ab!
Big Bang is probably the most stylish boy band ever – of course the five guys are from Japan. The music is so-so, but their fierce looks are a-fucking-mazing!
Up until I read a fantastic piece in GQ US on their new frontman I didn’t know much about the band Journey. Finishing the article about their journey to find a new lead singer, finally watching a youtube clip of filipino cover band singer Arnel Pineda – and hiring him on the spot – I just had to browse through their work on iTunes. And I must say, though I’m not a huge fan of yesterday rock, some of their stuff is really great. And Pineda is an amazingly engaging performer with a stunner of a rock voice! I just got a sore throat listening to him belt it out … Enjoy this selection, bitchlings!
