The Land of Conjurors

Everything that she needs to be cynical for she can hardly bear something faithful and it brings her a great feeling that's wonderful You tell her: be cheerful about it He says to her: be grateful for it I tell her: be yourself toward it As you absorb the immense smell Now the sea should lie peacefully but this spiral is blew quite powerful in the wind only if the wave feels in a silence at the end of the coast and that may turn out to be wonderful.

Today I asked my classmate a question about the talent in our age. I’ve been wondering about my talent and capability at present because there are lots of young stars such Taylor Swift, Scotty McCreery, the Wanted…etc. who have been nowadays singing so well and become the popular stars little by little. Nevertheless, the importance is that I am as young as them; we even have the same age. But why, I am almost nothing to show or perform in front of the crowds. Perhaps I don’t have the background of entertainment, of musical talent, and of any professional performance skills. What’s more, the culture in Asia actually still lies in the condition of study─You must study very very hard to get good grades, stable jobs and even better life at last. But sometimes I wonder why I need to do these things for “good”? Are those things really good for me? How do you know what I feel about? Therefore, doing those things makes me confuse and blind the future from time to time. The young singers have r

            If you want me to describe how I feel about the songs R.E.M.(Rapid Eye Movement) composed, I will tell you it's like you are drinking a cup of ground coffee which has poured some milk inside a moment ago. Why do I need to put this kind of description? Because the ground coffee is like the traditional element, it seems that a coffee bean is perfectly made, sharpened or even undergone a period of washing, becoming much smaller for making a cup of drink. Then pouring some milk to "fresh" this hot coffee means it can contain a new element and even combine both of them. Finally, it becomes a cup of good fragrance coffee which lights up your extraordinary exploration. And its amazement is that their music somehow presents the old-fashioned tune and rhythm. Yet its lyrics imply the flaw in this modern society. Seen in this light, there is one song from their new album   Collapse Into Now , called "Uberlin," which shows this kind of style for it.

    I step onto the rowboat Taking off my heavy coat The gondolier smiles at me As if he were about to lull me Along the river course With a lovely rose Here the unknown pictures lie On every brick of the house I am dreaming but also looking at Those various picturesque style And the gondolier's lovely smile The gratification of meandering here Is certainly not everybody called weird Only for a narrow-winded river course Seems so different as if it had been cursed The gondolier stop rowing And I'm no longer dreaming This weird river course confuses us Still there are lots of artistic pictures Painting on every brick of houses "Let's go back, my dear." Said the gondolier I finally know we can never reach there For someone must stay out of there. Picture source

Just a moment ago, I watched the program on telly. The topic was about Taiwan's landscape. At the end of the show, the host and other Taiwanese climbed the small hillside, looking down on the whole view of the sea, signing with their emotions, "what a beautiful view in Taiwan!" "I love Taiwan. Here is what I live." Gosh, at this moment the monster seems to hear this words. I could feel it turned its body over and over as quick as it could, waking up all of a sudden, it breathed in a gigantic suction. I couldn't get rid of it 'cause it hit me directly inside my body. My breath separated some for it, and I could not even gain a bit air for myself. Not in the slightest. So mean of it. It merely spat me a great many saliva inside the corner of my eyes and leaked from my eyes at last. To my amazement, I had a long time in desperation till it woke up and treated me like this way. This condition occurred to me in the sporadic way. When it happened, I just felt

      When it comes to dreams, what kind of image comes to your mind? Perhaps the song "Clear Skies" can tell us more. As Keane mentioned that this is about American dream, they might kind of put the title related to the "weather" for comparing between America and England. So I think it is very obvious that clear skies representing a great many images such as dream, hope, energy, positiveness, or something pretty bright and attractive resembling America. As we can pay more attention to the lyrics here, /I've never seen such beauty I've never seen such clear skies I've never seen high hopes I've never seen such tired eyes/            But why they put tired eyes  here? My interpretation might be inclined to the dreams that people are eager to pursuing. The dreams seems to be settled by this society and people should follow the trend, the ritual, or I should point out more specifically, the conformity, which we unconsciously sink into a concept fo

The more I listen to this song, the more I'm moved peacefully somehow. Consider this, what if I die in young age? Well, I had been thinking about this question before. I might ask for playing my favorite songs and publishing my writing works in my funeral, perhaps that's all. I'm just twenty-one-year old, and I'm still building my grand castle with elaborate bricks. How could I ask for more? The phase of mine in college has made me satisfy with my dreams, I mean the dream in college only. Nonetheless, I wonder how influential I am for people to look at me and even judge me. At present, both literature and music are still my favorite things to explore. And what if I change the lyrics a bit: /If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a, bed of lilacs Sink me in the river, at dawn Send me away with the words of Keane's songs / Ha ha, just some fantasies~ Amy Winehouse Well, listening to this song not only makes me think of my condition but also Am