Teardrop--Love is a doing word…

I really loved this song, and especially the love is a verb, love is a doing word portion in the lyric. This song is the theme song of Dr. House-one of my favorites this season, mainly because of the reminiscent of a heartbeat part(drum?) at the very beginning. But the song is written by massive attack, originally song by Elizabeth Fraser (formerly known as cocteau twins – one of most influential singers to Faye Wong ) right after the accidentally death of her back-then lover Jeff . So the teardrop on the fear, to me, is metaphorically comparing one’s love and passion to a fire, which will greatly overcome any grief- teardrop. I believe this is one of those songs written to those who are going through grief, loss, and hardship. What they went through has created a hole in their life. And it might help to turn to a larger wholeness around that empty/grieving space.

In the live version, shooting angle purposely mimics that motion of heartbeat,

which echoed the underlined meaning of the life as the fetus lip singing in the MTV.


Lyric:
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

one plus one

Another weekend is half gone. Two lovely movies later, I am now sitting in the balcony of my apartment, surrounded by green trees and sound of birds.

I really loved the movie Starting Out in the Evening, which is about an old writer/novelist. I have a thing for the movies or shows for writers, because I found recording the soul adventures that regular people go through are rather fascinating. The writing topics can vary from what happening in the daily life-maybe trivial but still fleshy- to something dramatic like suicide and sexaholic. But as one of my favorite writer once said, the really inviting part is that when writing he is speaking on behalf a lived soul. Typing this piece reminds me how much I liked blogging, one of the few things I do that is remotely close to writing. As a more of rational person, I refuse to use simplistic critical thinking on most issues. That helps me look things in both sides or mulit-sides as many things are in real life, but also gives me a rather lengthy and on one hand & on the other hand clinch style.

I also watched one of my all time favorites the hours one more time. And the story of Julian Moore’s character tells me something new on how it feels like to be the son of a closet gay parent. I am not saying the director ethically condemned the closet gay parents, or the rest of us should do. But that is still someone I personally won’t want to be. Partly because that is something I can’t afford plus it is beyond what I can handle –based on the pieces of ideas I learn about myself over the years. But gays couldn't all guard their lives so tightly that they can stop giving in to the temptation of being a parent in a straight marriage. Every single one of us has our own case that nobody else can exactly mimic.

Now I can read more from a masterpiece movie like the hours than few years ago, thanks to growing old and being happily settled. I feel that I grow up into this entity+soul that the other half’s existence keep reminding me that I am part of someone else’s life as much as I am of my own. There are not many things can top that.

Light off time now, and B you have a good sleep.