Song Lyric Sunday – Stay Awake by All Time Low

This one lyric has been running through my head all night – “Dreams only last for a night”. I knew the band was All Time Low, but I couldn’t remember exactly which song it was. I’m happy it was an easy Google search to find the perfect song for me today.

There are plenty of songs to choose from for this theme, but I just had to post this one. It speaks to me about life and not giving up, no matter how hard things can be. I’m stuck in a place like that right now, but I am determined not give up.

Besides, All Time Low is just a great Sunday band. They’re upbeat, they have great lyrics, and I’m just in love with them.

I do hope you enjoy!

Caught in a cold sweat stuck splitting hairs
I’m drinking too much
I’m on my way to striking out
Go to sleep with the pressure of everyone
Watching, waiting, they’re yours for the taking
But I still have my doubts
Before you ask which way to go
Remember where you’ve been
Stay awake, get a grip and get out
You’re safe from the weight of the world
Just take a second to set things straight
I’ll be fine even though I’m not always right
I can count on the sun to shine
Dedication takes a lifetime
But dreams only last for a night
Figure it out boy, you’re tripping
So pull yourself together
Or you’ll wash up like the rest
This ship is sinking, I’m thinking I’m done for
I watch as the sails disappear underwater
‘Cause I’m no captain yet
I said, “Before you ask which way to go
Remember where you’ve been”
Stay awake, get a grip and get out
You’re safe from the weight of the world
Just take a second to set things straight
I’ll be fine, even though I’m not always right
I can count on the sun to shine
Dedication takes a lifetime
But dreams only last for a night
Believe you me, I’ll give them everything
I’d tell them anything to show them everything
Believe you me, I’ll give them everything
I’d tell them anything to show them everything
‘Cause you ain’t the only ones who wanna live it up
You ain’t the only ones
You ain’t the only ones who wanna live it up
You ain’t the only ones
You ain’t the only ones who wanna live it up
You ain’t the only ones
You ain’t the only ones who wanna live it up
You ain’t the only ones
Stay awake, get a grip and get out
You’re safe from the weight of the world
Just take a second to set things straight
I’ll be fine, even though I’m not always right
I can count on the sun to shine
Dedication takes a lifetime
But dreams only last for a night
Songwriters: Alexander William Gaskarth / Jack Bassam Barakat / Robert Ryan Dawson / Zachary Steven Merrick
Stay Awake lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week was dream.  Please feel free to click the link, read the rules and post one of your own.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – The Waking Dream


© A Mixed Bag 2009

“I saw that face again,” Jon remarked to his roommate.

“What, like in here?” Andy didn’t look up from his computer.

“No, it was a dream. But still…”

Andy kept playing his game and after a few minutes, Jon sighed and walked away.

**

As Jon drove home, he couldn’t stop yawning. He’d stayed longer than he was scheduled and he was drained. It didn’t help that he wasn’t sleeping.

He came to a stop at the next red light and started awake two seconds later. He looked up, grateful to see that the light was green. He pressed on the accelerator, but just as he pulled forward, he saw the face again. It was on the corner of the street, its body enveloped in darkness.

Jon slammed on his breaks, his heart pounding in his ears. When he looked again, it was gone.

**

Hunched in the corner of the interrogation room, Jon kept his arms folded and his mouth shut. He knew that if he told them, they were sure to lock him up forever.

The wispy voice rang in his ears, taunting him. The face hovered two inches in front of him.

“Kill them, Jon. Kill them all.”


The rules for Sunday Photo Fiction are to create a story/poem or something using around 200 words with the photo as a guide, although it doesn’t have to be center stage.  This one comes in at 201 words.

 

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Happy Sunday!

SoCS – Too much concentration on one thing…

Is it lack of concentration that leads to one taking almost a whole week off from blogging?  Maybe… but I’m thinking it could also be too much concentration on one thing that leads to everything else just falling away.

I’m happy to say that I am feeling much better this morning and I’m even thinking of all the things I want to do rather than the burdensome, “Oh god, I have to write my blog today.”  If it isn’t fun, why the hell was I even bothering?

The one thing I will say is that taking time off from writing leads to rust.  The mind starts to go silent and thoughts seem to bury themselves deeper into the psyche and seem to only rear their heads in the dead of night during sound sleep.  The upside is that I’ve been sleeping very soundly this week.  The downside is that my dreams have been very vivid, if that’s a downside?  Some would say the best ideas come across that way.

The crazy thing about being so focused on one thing (or two) is that life happens around you anyway…  I couldn’t seem to escape from life and everything that is happening this week.  I’m with Linda – the media drives me crazy with their constant coverage and annoying dialogue on tragic events.  It’s all just so sad on so many levels.  I’m of the opinion that violence begets violence and somehow, some way, we just need to stop the violence.  It needs to start somewhere, but it seems that no one is willing to make that step.

But I don’t want to delve too deeply into it.  This isn’t a political blog by any means and there’s so much concentration on it all right now that I don’t need to add to it.

I’m happy to be back; I love this community so much and I appreciate all the support and love I receive.  I hope you have all been well while I’ve been away on my tiny break.

I hope you all have a lovely Saturday!


This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “concentration.” Use it any way you see fit. Have fun!

Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

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#frapalymo Day 4 – The Little Nymph

The Little Nymph

Lately, I dreamed
Little wings greeted me
In the kindest manner
Scarcely beautiful transparent doll
Soared up
Quite astounded and petrified
I fancied divine service
Haunted goddesses
Of the little nymph

I cast furtive glances at
Closely entwined branches
Lure me, always calling out
Walking round this shady place
Certain conditions
Led me straight to
Overwhelming astonishment

Skillfully arranged
My curiosity
I plucked up courage
Against powdered locks
To my great horror
I looked prettily enough
In imitation of the dancers
Reflection in the glass
I walked freely
Where the bridge
Ended

This beautiful sight
I at length perceived
Charmed me
The variety and accordance of music
Were remarkably striking
This pretty little creature
Remained still fresh
In the world beyond
This Paradise


#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee Writes. For today’s prompt we were given the story A Child’s Tale by J. W. Goethe and we were supposed to create a poem with the following rule – “only words from this text and in the same order as in the text are allowed”.

I had a lot of fun with this one. I probably could have kept going, because I didn’t even make it to the end of the text and it’s one of the longer poems I’ve written, but I finally decided to bring it to an end. I like that it turned out a bit fanciful and dreamlike, just like the original text. I hope you enjoy!

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#frapalymo – Dreams and Bubbles

Dreams and Bubbles

In delighted glee and raspy tones
You speak of dreams and bubbles
Joyfully you announce
Life comes and goes without a thought
Our purpose ever fluid
Laughing you tell me
To bounce like a bubble
Enjoy the now
For that is all we have


#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee Writes. Today’s prompt was a tough one; “translate, condense, re-verse a poem,” but not a literal translation. I was about to skip it when I realized my boyfriend speaks more than one language but his mother tongue is Farsi. I asked him who his favorite Persian poet was and he told me it is Omar Khayyam. He knew a little bit of a poem, but he couldn’t remember the whole thing, so he called his Dad. His Dad spoke the entire poem to me in Farsi but he couldn’t help but translate it in bits and pieces as well. My poem is a combination of the meaning of the poem he recited and how it was spoken to me. It was a special moment with his Dad that I will think of fondly for a long time to come.

If you click on the link, it will take you to the English translation of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and the poem I heard tonight was most likely #130, but my boyfriend said it wasn’t the complete poem he learned as a child.

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