Tuesday, October 22, 2013

To Swoon Too Might




How does the beginning end,
with a start that only brakes?

The effort that "It" makes,
is hidden in the depth,
of each and every night.

The days are shorter,
as the darkness lengthens Rite.

The weak balance upon the Storm,
the rising "Hi" is silent too,
the measure of know better,
it's Letter!!

My knees are bending to the sound of what I sigh,
the treasure of all, in what I find,
He pries.

Disappointment ranks with a happy tie,
my ride is doing lines.

The Jump is Set,
the course is fine,
the Country crossed with,
Due or Die.

Funny how the stranger passing,
never said goodbye,
in quiet I fear they'll lie,
just turn and let him fly!!

No friend to hold their hand,
know smiles are so grand,
and should you take the time to stand,
so will I.

It's tomorrow,
and it's planned.

Moon Landing [Behind the Album} ~ James Blunt





Moon Landing
Behind the Album
~

Watch James talking about the themes behind his new album.
Buy 'Moon Landing' on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/moonlanding-itunes
CD & Deluxe versions also available: http://smarturl.it/moonlanding

Set to be released in the U.S.A. on November 5th, 2013

Moon Landing ~ Full Album Streaming ~ James Blunt





Full Album Streaming 
thanks to YouTube!!

Heart To Heart ~ James Blunt





HEART TO HEART

There are times when I don’t know where I stand. (Woah, sometimes!)

You make me feel like I’m a boy and not a man. (Woah, sometimes!)

There are times when you don’t give me a smile. (Woah, sometimes!)
I’ll lie awake at night and worry for a while. (Woah, woah!)
It’s okay cause I know you shine even on a rainy day.
And I can find your halo, guides me to,

Wherever you fall.
If you need a hand to hold,
I’ll coming running because,
You and I won’t part till we die.
You should know we see eye to eye,
Heart to heart.

There are times when I cry cause you’ve shed no tears. (Woah, sometimes!)
Your mind’s so far away but your body is right here. (Woah, sometimes!)
There are times when I’ve just walked out your door. (Woah, sometimes!)
And thought I’d never get to see you anymore. (Woah, woah!)
But it’s okay, cause I know you shine even on a rainy day.
And I can find your halo, guides me to wherever you fall.

Wherever you fall.
If you need a hand to hold,
I’ll coming running because,
You and I won’t part till we die.
You should know we see eye to eye,
Heart to heart.

Courtesy of;

Bones ~ James Blunt


BONES

I have never been a beautiful boy.

Never liked the sound of my own voice.

I wasn’t cool when I was in my teens.
I never slept, but I did have dreams.
And as I step out in this big old world,
Seven billion just trying to cope.
And everyone of us some day will die but,
Today I’ve never felt more alive.

Can you feel it coming?
Can you feel it coming?
Can you feel it, feel it, feel it,
Running through your bones?
Running through your bones.
Yeah, you set my heart on fire,
And it’s all hard-wired to my bones.

I can count all the things I fear.
I close my eyes but they don’t disappear.
If there’s a God there’s a guarantee,
But if there’s not it’s just you and me.

Can you feel it coming?
Can you feel it coming?
Can you feel it, feel it, feel it,
Running through your bones?
Running through your bones.
Yeah, you set my heart on fire,
And it’s all hard-wired to my bones.

So kiss me before the sun falls down.
Run before your legs give way.
Swallow it all till you drown.

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Blue On Blue ~ James Blunt



BLUE ON BLUE

How come you don’t want to see me?
How come you’ve gone and left me alone?
How come you took a slow boat to China?
What can I do if I, I can’t get through to you?
Baby, blue on blue.


I want you more than I ever wanted,

Than I ever needed, anyone I ever knew.
I love you more than ever.
Thought that I would never feel the way that I do.



How long are you gonna leave me here standing?

How long till you’re gonna make up your mind?
How long is your balloon ride to nowhere?
What can I do if I, I can’t be up there with you?
Baby, blue on blue.



I want you more, than I ever wanted,

Than I ever needed, anyone I ever knew.
I love you, more than ever.
Thought that I would never feel the way that I do.



I’m coming under fire. I’m coming under fire.

I’m coming under fire. I’m coming under fire.
Baby, blue on blue.

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Postcards ~James Blunt



POSTCARDS

Sundays sitting on your back porch,

And I came armed with a couple of chords,
And I played for you.
You let me keep you entertained,
With stories I exaggerate,
That you know aren’t true.
And as you sit there making daisy chains,
And I throw a hand grenade,
And tell you how it is I really feel for you.

I’m sending postcards from my heart,
With love for a postmark and then,
You’ll know that you make me,
Feel like we’ve been caught.
Like kids in the school-yard again.
And I can’t keep it to myself.
Can’t spell it any better,
L-O-V-E forever.
I hope you know that I’m,
Sending a postcard,
I don’t care who sees what I’ve said.
Or if the whole world knows what’s in my head.

We chased the sun till it got away
On a bicycle that your Daddy made,
But not made for two. 
Then we sat out on your rocking chair,
You with a flower in your hair that I found for you.
But then Monday always comes around,
And it’s sad coz I can’t see you now.
I want you to know you’re always in my head.

I’m sending postcards from my heart,
With love for a postmark and then,
You’ll know that you make me,
Feel like we’ve been caught.
Like kids in the school-yard again.
And I can’t keep it to myself.
Can’t spell it any better:
L-O-V-E forever.
I hope you know that I’m,
Sending a postcard,
I don’t care who sees what I’ve said.
Or if the whole world knows what’s in my head.

You know sometimes it’s hard to see,
Or say the words that torture me,
But inside I know exactly how I feel.
The things that I can’t say outloud,
I’ll find a place to write it down.
I hope that they will find you in the end.

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Always Hate Me ~ James Blunt



ALWAYS HATE ME

Oh God it hurt, the moment that I saw you,

With someone else, the one that you belong to.

I never thought I’d drown in my shallow heart.
I’d like to say the things I never used to,
But come today they won’t ever be useful.
I’ve never learnt to use my shallow heart.
I, I, I never meant to hurt you.
It’s just something I do.
I guess it’s not a good excuse.

And she will always hate me.
No matter what I say.
And there is no mistaking the love is gone.
Yeah, she will always hate me.
She said, “you’ve lost me, baby!”
No matter what I say, the love is gone.

Looking back, I guess I’m holding on to,
The good we had, but I know that it’s wrong to,
Cause in the end you’re never gonna hold my heart.
And now she knows, she doesn’t want know me.
I’m not supposed to the one who’s lonely.
I never thought that she could have a cold, cold heart.
I, I, I never meant to hurt you.
It’s just something I do.
I guess it’s not a good excuse.

And she will always hate me.
No matter what I say.
And there is no mistaking the love is gone.
Yeah, she will always hate me.
She said, “you’ve lost me, baby!”
No matter what I say, the love is gone.

Courtesy of;


The Only One ~ James Blunt





THE ONLY ONE

Did all the words I never said hurt as bad those I did?
You know I never even cared, not before you.
If I could go and turn back time; if I could only press rewind,
I would bleed this heart of mine, just to show you.
And I’ll be the first to say I’m sorry; first to say I’m stupid.
Why do I always take it there?
Is it hopeless or maybe you still want to meet me at the altar,
And I will lay it all to bear?


And I told you all my secrets; all my fears, I’ve let go.

And it’s flawless, you are the only one.

You are the only one, don’t you know?


Am I fading from your mind? Has the distance blurred the lines?

They say all things heal with time but it’s untrue.

I will linger on every word. I know it’s more than I deserve.
Chances are I’ll make it worse, but I need to,
Tell you, tell you that I’m sorry. Tell you that I’m stupid.
Why do I always take it there?
Is it hopeless or maybe you still want to meet me at the altar,
And I will lay it all to bear?



And I told you all my secrets.

All my fears, I’ve let go.

And it’s flawless, you are the only one.
You are the only one, don’t you know?



Don’t you know, the hardest part’s not having you to hold.

Don’t you know, this old heart of mine can’t bear to see you go.


Courtesy of;

Face The Sun [Unplugged] ~ by James Blunt



FACE THE SUN

Yes, this love’s not good enough. It’s time to let it go. 
Our weary hearts just fall apart. I feel it in my bones.
And God knows that it’s hard to find the one,
But in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.


So silently, just walk with me, like any other day.
No sad goodbyes, no tears, no lies, just go our separate ways.
And God knows that it’s hard to find the one,
But in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.
Yes, in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.



Yeah, you say what you say, then you do it to me anyway.
You do what you do, then you walk away, you walk away.
You say what you say, then you do it to me anyway.
You do what you do, yeah I know that’s it’s through.
Won’t you stay with me? I know you won’t stay with me.

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Trust Is Gained When The Wild Is Reined Knot Broken



The way out of the prison which lies in the future of your own head is unavoidable.
You have read and begun to understand the levity of time.
Do not turn away as if you can pretend that you do not comprehend.
For without the belief or the faith of a broader understanding of life you will end.


Unless you make a difference in your life, it will end with a deadly design.
Loneliness, embarrassment and a void that will never be filled will be your sign.
Look not to the World to fill your Soul, for without one you are lost.
And so many have sold their Souls without remorse,
as if such a contract is a joke on the Internet to be toiled and scoffed at without sense.


Lusting after the taste of destruction of a Human life is despicable.
They're people everywhere enjoying not what sex is but what sex is not.
Photographs of naked beings is only a temptation and frustration of the cruelest kind,
to both men and women unable to deliver any pleasure or satisfaction to one another.


Yet on sights you witness the still photographs of what has only become imaginations.
For it is in these assumptions of unrealistic gains that people rely on fantasy to satisfy their inner cry.
Although sexuality has been banded, as if to sterilize what was enjoyment,
instead you have isolated the one person from another so that the orgasm itself is no more.


Without the company of another shared being, within the sensation of such heights of sexual delight,
you will find emptiness your flight and in this you will know that the plight is lonely and without regard.
By design of nature, creation, natural selection,
we as a people are meant to join together,
not rip each one apart.
Sensuality brings the highest and most intense mental energy one can experience.


As each 'Chakra' is torn from our bodies, our minds or even our souls,
the levity that we as a people should be experiencing as positive pulses,
has turned into negativity and crime of the death of our Souls and our Hearts.
As our veins still pump blood throughout our sorrowful bodies,
the pain which pours from our mouth when we speak is poisonous to the listeners.


Pictures posted of what was once considered to be beautiful or erotic,
has become ordinary and repulsive to the average user of such a destructive tool, the Internet.
Not to mention that children can log-on
and view anything without an adult to guide them through,
the posts from you.


You and I are the ones responsible for the minds that once were innocent and now,
commit suicide for reasons of,
"Why not, there is nothing to live for."


I am not in disagreement with the choices that are made,
for you are free to chose, just as I am free to never have been given the opportunity to do so.
So, you continue to say that you don't care, or to say,"Just get over it,"
and I will continue to inform you of the punishment that you will never miss.


For it is not the laws of these lands that you break with the human traffic that you ignore.
Those Laws are from far below in the Courts of Death itself.
Be ware of nothing more than you are heard,
not in voice,
nor in expression,
but in the silence and comfort of your deceitful minds.


This is where I know them, Demons, Spirits, Satan, the Devil, Beelzebub and the like
enjoy listening to your ill-will but well intended plan to kill without being caught on tape, so to speak.
The strength of death is being stripped of what you believe to be the evidence that frees you here.
In that realm there is no freedom, no lawyer, no District Attorney:
There is You;
And there is more than them to listen,
judge and pass a sentence of permanence upon you and yours.


You have raised not just your blood relatives in such disregard for any life,
you have posted and approved the killing of every life,
from a bird, to a dog, to a rabbit for a ferrets sake?
This is where there is no joke,
nor redemption with any religion to rely upon.


Death is what I speak upon;
For I am well versed in what I know,
my experiences here have been lessons I wish to never face or become familiar with again.
To watch as each and every individual embrace Religion or Christianity with blind faith,
yet scoff at the warnings of the other side being deceitful, dangerous and wanting.
I wash my hands of your stupidity and tell you of only factual history,
which proves my case beyond a reasonable doubt.


Each of us is in possession of mind that is capable of reason,
of understanding, of idea's, original or not.
We can go to the public library and read on the subjects,
or Wars of the past,
to learn that War is not or should not be the answer we seek.


To destroy another country to protect our own beliefs,
is to bring down the destruction upon ourselves,
for there will be no protection from what will naturally happen when men and women,
abandon their posts to fight Wars in foreign lands.


Upon return, with nightmares that wake the dead,
you scoff and put down the very Warrior that fought for the liberty of your head.
For in the countries we have been in late,
a Guillotine is still a common sentence used for the disobedience of the public at large.


So, help me or help me not, the choice is yours and the might is mine.
Make jest of whom I believe to be my Twin Soul,
shall meet the wrath of the one who came, was born and will destroy you for the lack,
of a dream, from a girl that was able to survive a life of turmoil.


All because she believed in a boy and he so happens to be the boy,
grown into a Man that I may announce with such pride.


Had I still possess my Soul,
had my mother not bought it with the blood of her own sacrifice with the Devil himself,
then you would have merely been a Soul Mate.
However, lacking a Soul completely has drawn in yet another need from an unknown girl.
A girl that has lived and survived a life of disbelief.


Yet you mock, you toil, you spew words of hatred because you cannot stand that I do.
The reason or the lack there-of that our meeting will or will not happen is not up to you,
the most unfortunate and ignorant beings that spit upon my name and rail upon his fame.
Our meeting is up to "Chance" itself,
this is why the excitement, the "Limerence" it has been called,
but to me he is only the C.D. Plan, hatched when I had no design or idea of how to heal,
what had been ripped from my very being, my children.


So, in the end it is Death where you will find my glee,
for no one person will escape the greetings waiting for them just a few feet into the beyond.
That is where I know your life will just begin and my pain will begin to end,
for in the judgment of lies, of jealousy of lack of morals or moral standings,
in the inability to take a look at what it is you profess,
these things that you lack will be one of the first things that you confront,
with not Men and certainly not Women,
but with the finality of knowing that Demons walk you too.


The actions therefore belonging to only one man:
Is only the dream of a girl, looking for a boy that sings the same song,
the same lyrics or words are what draws my attention to such a person,
what about YOU?