Mystic Life - LTU 5

[Mystic Pymp]

I really didn't want to post today. It's been a long day but good one - I met up with my old friend, had some laughs and down some top shelf brandy. There is something though, something I found out when I was finally left alone.

Maybe I Believe

It's no secret that there are times when I like to listen to songs on repeat. My last post was sponsored by "Hounds of Hamartia" by Poets of the Fall, a group from Finland which has many songs I could write posts about. Today when we were listening to my friend's CDs I've encounters "Maybe I Believe" by Volbeat. When I came back home I had an urge to find this song and can't quite get it from my hand.

I believe (well, maybe) that it's song about dying. Consider first and second verse.

Starting to believe life is love
Starting to believe that I can lose control
High and low with emotions
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh
I've drained the cup of disappointment
Cleaning out my closet 'cause I know I fear
All the boots at my doorstep
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh

Important note - this verse is repeated verbatim twice.

These are beautiful words, ain't they? Something to follow, right? I'd agree. But, given what's said later, it seems like these are words of someone who has nothing to lose. Someone who is about to move one and realizes simple but profound truths about life which before were... obstructed. Not as clear as they should be. It's hard to live each day as if it was your last - in this sense these words are truly something to follow. Let go, embrace your emotions, acknowledge your ups and downs but have no fear. Let. Go. Live. And Life is Love.

The day has gone
Wherever I may go
The page has turned
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Yeah, he's leaving. The page is turned, there is no coming back. Whatever may happen, the past is meaningless and the future is uncertain.

Gather around me please, together we're fine
Nothing is unleashed but the darkness and the light
Maybe our wounds forever will burn
We're taking some of yours, for nothing in return

Gather around the coffin. Don't cry though hurt will stay. You need to stick together as together you'll be stronger, you can support and love each other. You still live and so you can (should?) love. There may be no closure, accept that. He will ease your pain asking for nothing as you can give him nothing.

Higher above, we'll have to see the reason for everything
Who will save the picture of all of us?
On that day, we'll greet our fallen ones
I believe
Yeah, maybe I believe

We'll have to see the reason as otherwise what's the point of all of this? Anyhow, remember. You live not as long as you breathe but as long as you are remembered. Anyhow, this part seems kinda... egocentric, compared to the rest? And it's obvious. Dead don't care about the past life. They cannot change or influence it as they move on. That's the reason they can take part of your pain, just as towel takes part of your moisture. But still we must remember, we owe them that one.

Last verse.

Freedom our souls demand
Never to get out of hand
I can no longer feel
The fire won't cleanse the soul
The burning will close up the wound
I can no longer breathe, yeah

If it wasn't obvious by now it is now. He's dead. He cannot feel, he cannot breathe. Fire can heal us but only physically, it won't touch our souls. But still, there is hope? There is memory. He wants us to save that picture.

We would want our picture to be saved, we wouldn't want to be N.N. on some forsaken patch of weeds and grass, right?

Damn, all of it reminds me of my dad. I hope he'd be proud of me.