Heartache Songs 1 – The Naked and Famous “The Mess”

Time for new content, time to share music!

So. In my more emotional states, music has indeed been a great comfort to me. I’ve decided to share some of the music that comforts me when those dramatic feelings of heartache creep around the edges of existene~

I shall be focusing on contemporary music, although classic rock favorites and 90s childhood nostalgia can be very comforting as well.

(No disrespect meant, for example, to the Velvet Underground’s “Pale Blue Eyes”…)

 

First up, “The Mess” from the Naked and Famous:

I’ve been a fan of the New Zealand indietronica set the Naked and Famous ever since I came across the song “Young Blood”, from their first album Passive Me, Aggressive You in 2008. I particularly enjoyed the lyrics to “Girls Like You”.

Don’t you know they make songs about girls like you…

 

Suffice to say, I was excited last year when the latest album In Rolling Waves was released. But I had no idea it would blow me away that much.

A brilliant, most perfect album. I challenge anyone to suggest better music out right now.

Especially this song. “The Mess”. And what messes we find ourselves in. The falling down, the learning to get up again. The something that’s never enough. This song says it all like no other.

One time I jogged for several hours listening to this song again and again on repeat. I don’t do that kind of thing very often, but it was a very intense day.

 

Please have a listen, and check out the lyrics

There’s nothing here but the distance
There’s nothing here but the mess
If you’d have shut up you’d have heard it
You could have put it to rest
I am swelling and eager
I am the raging sea
I have had it up to here now
I’m so tired of your needs

And how does it feel to be on the fault line?
And how do we heal now we’re on the decline?
‘Cause it’s a hell of a long way to fall just to learn to get up
And I’m not gonna forgive you for all of the things that you’ve done

There’s nothing here but indifference
There’s nothing here but the stress
These walls are stained with your moments
Something you wanna confess
You’re at the point of attachment
And all the things you believe
There’s nothing left in this place
But a reason to leave

And how does it feel to be on the fault line?
And how do we heal now we’re on the decline?
‘Cause it’s a hell of a long way to fall just to learn to get up
And I’m not gonna forgive you for all of the things that you’ve done

And how does it feel to be on the fault line?
And how do we heal now we’re on the decline?
‘Cause it’s a hell of a long way to fall just to learn to get up
And I just can’t forgive you
I just can’t forgive you
I know that you feel it
And I know you believe that it’s true

So help me to prove it
And all that it means to get through
‘Cause it’s a hell of a long way to fall just to learn to get up
Because this love, this love, this love was never enough

 

 

No Chinglish?!

Sorry my lovelies, the day has come and I have finally run out of weekend- Chinglisheses(es?).

Life has been keeping me busy, and I live in a ridiculous country in which the Internet is not helpful. Hence, the lacking.

Still, know that I am diligently working on some new content. Next big thing, right around the corner, just wait.

Please stay tuned… next week… or so…

Here’s some old ones to refresh:
http://rayhecht.com/category/chinglish/

Cantonese Californian – last poem 2010

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Cantonese Californian
with the pretty hair and pretty eyes and ugly mouth

You always had to spare us
from the bitter truth that mouth would always shout

And when we forgot
you never held it against us
no matter how we deserved, such

Cantonese Californian
or is it Californian Cantonese?
can’t say I was ever too good with adjectives

It’s like a one-way street in in Hong Kong
who knows which way to, in all that dramatic midst of shit?

The California household
and the Cantonese air
mix together with a twist

Sunglasses, and slanted-white-eyes
It’s you we swore we’d never miss

And as the sun sets–
East-to-West
or is it the reverse?

Never was too good at directions
it’s that ancient curse . . .

And I’d never even known the wiser
Cuz I never studied that charter
Too busy getting over my first!

Can’t cure a disease
when you won’t admit if it hurts

And that’s enough
Because we trust
That you couldn’t make it any worse . . .

 

 

3/2/10

 

Chinglish lesson – 巴

Today’s Chinglish comes with a free short lesson.

The character 巴 “ba” is often used in phonetic translations. It can stand for “bar” (酒吧 jiuba – alcohol bar) as well as “bus” (巴士 bashi – bus, simply phonetically)

So you see, honest mistake here.

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Literally Worlds Apart

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Trapped in a room
it’s scary outside
With nothing to do
and nowhere to hide
You had a thought
but you can’t remember your dreams
Not since we all fought
nothing is as it seems
Literally worlds apart
I’m on Alpha Centauri
and you’re on Mars
or Beta Centauri?

How boring
Twelve light years away
no warp speed[TM] in sight
Your saving your change
for the chance might be slight
But if we invented a contraption
we might all have a chance
To save all the synapses!
and have a last dance…

Cheers to never forgetting
and never remembering
and live in the moment
alone, it’s an omen
a cherished approachment
to all nature’s encroachments

How horrid
Who wants it?

 

 

4/22/10

Sit and Stare

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Sit and stare, stand and stare
out the window, there is a balloon, in the air
stabbed in the back, in the back of the neck
Central cortex backside’s bet
Hear a pop
here nor there
There’s a pup
See it anywhere

Broken elevator drops
zero G is oh-so hot
Don’t care, earphones here
Don’t swear, mother’s near

These are the thoughts that entertain
And more and more to pass the blame
And less and less when time’s the same
Lest no on knows, or there’d be shame
But we’re glad you came

 

 

7/2/10

DATING IN CHINA

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DATING IN CHINA


(Table of Contents)

Firstly, from 2008 on:

Prologue: How I came to China

Part 1: Burning Man
I go to a big trippy festival

Part 2: Doing LSD at Burning Man
I expand my mind and receive an invite abroad

Introductions

Intro to Dating in China
First things first, let me explain how this thing will work

I arrive in China
The story officially begins, I get here

Girls

Mona
My first China-based girlfriend, and how that didn’t work out

Julia
The next level… Sigh, was it love?

Mary
A summer romance, a brief flight, all too innocent

Annie – Sky – Lulu – more
Singlehood, bachelor life, the learning process, playing the field…

Zoey

The Beginning
Long-term relationship begins, a defining point in my life

An American intermission
You can’t go ‘home’, and I try and I fail and I drift

The End
Finally, and sadly, nothing lasts forever

 

GUANGZHOU YEAR
In the city… the city of Canton…

And now, 2011 to early 2012:

My Guangzhou Year 1
An intro to the new status quo, as I pack up move to the ancient land of Canton/
the modern megacity of Guangzhou

Dating GZ Edition – Kendra
First story, I meet a crazed American abroad and adventured therein
Public nudity and disrespect, among other themes

China to Thailand to Cambodia
I travel, I bring a certain Cynthia, I make mistakes
But hey, that’s life and at least I got to see a new place

Dating – visitors and friends, others
Some characters from previous entries reappear, old friends reunite, a funny story happened one day
This time it’s not just about me

Rejected in Guangzhou
The stories everyone seems to want to know. Rejected!
Featuring Josephine, Seline, and more

The End – my humble successes
On a final positive note, sometimes life works out rather fine
It was a good year, I experienced a lot
I really shouldn’t complain

 

2012

Back to Shenzhen
In which I return to this town that somehow suits me

Emma
I begin the online game~

Jeanie
I have a girlfriend! I really did!

Yuki
I must admit, things got a tad gross.
Hope this wasn’t the beginning of a certain pattern…

 

2013: Epic Clusterfuck Year

Not Dating in America (and Hong Kong, and Canada)
2012 comes and goes and the world doesn’t end,
Meanwhile a bad start as I embark upon a year of drama bullshit

The Stalker
In which I make a foul choice which ends up following me around all year.
Dark times. No fun.

Carmen
I meet someone cool and travel to the Philippines
A brief positive note, albeit all too brief

Sonia – Jing – Amelia
POF, a site, met some peoples from differing lands, times are had,
and then I quit online dating forever more

The Very End
And I do mean it, the very very end.
I reflect and I consider and now it is time to move forward–

Hong Kong video II: Return to Occupy Central

Last week I returned to Occupy Central, to observe the umbrella-raising ceremony in support of the pro-democracy protest.

Again, I was truly inspired. The scale of this movement is truly incredible.

May they camp out as long as it takes…

Here is another vid:

Verse – old poem 2010

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Verse

It’s a little ridiculous
to expect any less
It’s a tad bit presumptuous
to pay the charge, and make a fuss
Enjoy what you got
What you got is quite hot
In the temperate sense of the word
In the metaphoric meaning of this term
It’s a turn
And it isn’t
It’s unheard
What you didn’t

Dancing, the plastic trees sing
Taste in your mouth, colors are drifting
With every motioning wind
More peels and pails of skin
Streetlamp is smiling
Eye’s music is frowning
And the clowns marching music is daunting

Just a little bit further
One more check of the clock’s tick-tocking ticker
You can’t understand
This profound kind of math
Least I have no hand
to check-mark every grain-tinkle of sand

I do have a cap, most verifiably thinking
It’s just that I ate it, and now it’s all, um,
confusing.

 

 

Part II Verse Verse Verse

Tear, Wear, the Hair
Spill, kill, uphill!

Urban shamanic retreat
Spa colonic fungal infection in heart

Pupils are dilating
Guts churning a-frightening
and tip-toe the pattering feet

and graffiti the art scene of meat
twelve turns of the hourly beat

Farts, flesh, finagle!
Time bends to the brainwave’s falafel

Never seen such sweet curvature
of the spine
of the earth
Never thought such neat empties
of the city
of girls
of worlds
Infinite conceptual abstractions a-blaze
of circles
shapes
idea-sphere
the Earth,
give birth

moon, moon, plastic moon

 

Sept., 2010