well, I honestly didn't think it would give this.
Queen
fosfomifira , I honestly thought the writing muse was exhausted and that I would make you icons. I still might, but after the Luau! I cannot do all I wished I could do for your majesty! lol! I love the prompt and what it could spark creatively and visually for me in the form of icons.
BUT
those lyrics nagged me
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
All your rain...
and I wrote a drabble for you
Voices On Your Shoulders
Sawyer, PG, 100 words drabble
James was quiet. Sawyer was loud.
As he stole, cheated, conned, betrayed, duped, hurt, lied (more and more easily each time) Sawyer laughed. James recoiled.
James left the money, thinking of the kids, twice. Sawyer spent the money on the Black Jack tables, hundreds of times.
James shook and hid under the bed. Sawyer survived in a world ruled by sharks.
Sawyer took control, without remorse. James was all but gone.
Until the Island, and James started to stir. Whispering at first, then shouting, fighting for the light.
He didn't even know James had survived that long and wanted out.
The End.
and with that I bring....
OK, so the lyrics up there inspired that drabble, let me tell you how.
Justin Furstenfeld of Blue October (if nothing else, you surely heard the single "Hate Me" that played a lot last year) is a gifted song writer (in my opinion). Sadly, he suffers from mental illness (I've heard about bipolar and schizophrenia). He uses it to feed his writing.
There is a song on the album "Foiled" that fascinates me: "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" . Those lines I quoted before the drabble in particular.
Now, when Queen fosfomifira suggested we use a lyric, or a line from a book, it is the first thing that sprang to my mind. The image of it. And I am not that good interpreting poetry or lyrics, so I went online to see if there was an explanation somewhere.
Justin Furstenfeld supposedly explained the song, at one point. The Wire Drilled through the cheek is a metaphorical wire connecting the little devil on his left shoulder with the little angel on his right. He tries to grab hold of them as one entity and destroy it to put his personality in check and understand himself better.
Also, at several shows this summer Justin talked about how he thought it would be great to have confidence attached to wires that would run down to your sleeve and when you needed it, it would be there.
I re-read the song thinking of the good side “James” and the bad side “Sawyer” inside James “Sawyer” Ford. And wrote the drabble.
Here are the lyrics and here is the song itself
oh, and I found a YouTube clip (dark) of the group playing it. Having it seen live, it's awesome (he was better when I saw it). And this YouTube clip? made in Lawrence, Kansas. heeee! I am not kidding, fandom follows me everwhere.
"Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek"
I try to stay on top of you
To hold your body down
Your shaking seems to hinder
Every grasp that I have found
Moving every inch around me
To defuse your private bomb
I stretch myself surrounding
And protecting you from harm
I use a wallet for your mouth
So when you bite you will not bleed
I drilled a wire through my cheek
And let it down and out my sleeve
And now you're pulling out the best of me
Yeah which never ever comes
This wires all that’s left of me
And its hooked within my gums
Within my gums...
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
Its proof to show that I bleed for this
And I'd cut myself the shame
To get to know this masochist
Who has stolen my first name
Pretending he's a teacher
Holding all my weight at ease
Yet the teacher seems to split in two
Destroying both his knees
Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me
I never noticed it was swollen
With the touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
All your rain...
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
I didn’t think to bring a wash cloth
And rub away the dirt
Myself and I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt
And when the hurt comes there’s an argument,
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while
A dream we all should count on ;
Yeah a vision I believe
Where confidence is found
Attached to wires on our sleeve
Where loneliness is history
Told to pack his shit and leave
Where guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need
And were crying isn't secret
It's the art of how we grieve
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will achieve
I will achieve
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
(end)
mmm. that was long. sorry.
fosfomifira , I honestly thought the writing muse was exhausted and that I would make you icons. I still might, but after the Luau! I cannot do all I wished I could do for your majesty! lol! I love the prompt and what it could spark creatively and visually for me in the form of icons.
BUT
those lyrics nagged me
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
All your rain...
and I wrote a drabble for you
Voices On Your Shoulders
Sawyer, PG, 100 words drabble
James was quiet. Sawyer was loud.
As he stole, cheated, conned, betrayed, duped, hurt, lied (more and more easily each time) Sawyer laughed. James recoiled.
James left the money, thinking of the kids, twice. Sawyer spent the money on the Black Jack tables, hundreds of times.
James shook and hid under the bed. Sawyer survived in a world ruled by sharks.
Sawyer took control, without remorse. James was all but gone.
Until the Island, and James started to stir. Whispering at first, then shouting, fighting for the light.
He didn't even know James had survived that long and wanted out.
The End.
and with that I bring....
OK, so the lyrics up there inspired that drabble, let me tell you how.
Justin Furstenfeld of Blue October (if nothing else, you surely heard the single "Hate Me" that played a lot last year) is a gifted song writer (in my opinion). Sadly, he suffers from mental illness (I've heard about bipolar and schizophrenia). He uses it to feed his writing.
There is a song on the album "Foiled" that fascinates me: "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" . Those lines I quoted before the drabble in particular.
Now, when Queen fosfomifira suggested we use a lyric, or a line from a book, it is the first thing that sprang to my mind. The image of it. And I am not that good interpreting poetry or lyrics, so I went online to see if there was an explanation somewhere.
Justin Furstenfeld supposedly explained the song, at one point. The Wire Drilled through the cheek is a metaphorical wire connecting the little devil on his left shoulder with the little angel on his right. He tries to grab hold of them as one entity and destroy it to put his personality in check and understand himself better.
Also, at several shows this summer Justin talked about how he thought it would be great to have confidence attached to wires that would run down to your sleeve and when you needed it, it would be there.
I re-read the song thinking of the good side “James” and the bad side “Sawyer” inside James “Sawyer” Ford. And wrote the drabble.
Here are the lyrics and here is the song itself
oh, and I found a YouTube clip (dark) of the group playing it. Having it seen live, it's awesome (he was better when I saw it). And this YouTube clip? made in Lawrence, Kansas. heeee! I am not kidding, fandom follows me everwhere.
"Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek"
I try to stay on top of you
To hold your body down
Your shaking seems to hinder
Every grasp that I have found
Moving every inch around me
To defuse your private bomb
I stretch myself surrounding
And protecting you from harm
I use a wallet for your mouth
So when you bite you will not bleed
I drilled a wire through my cheek
And let it down and out my sleeve
And now you're pulling out the best of me
Yeah which never ever comes
This wires all that’s left of me
And its hooked within my gums
Within my gums...
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
Its proof to show that I bleed for this
And I'd cut myself the shame
To get to know this masochist
Who has stolen my first name
Pretending he's a teacher
Holding all my weight at ease
Yet the teacher seems to split in two
Destroying both his knees
Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me
I never noticed it was swollen
With the touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
All your rain...
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
I didn’t think to bring a wash cloth
And rub away the dirt
Myself and I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt
And when the hurt comes there’s an argument,
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while
A dream we all should count on ;
Yeah a vision I believe
Where confidence is found
Attached to wires on our sleeve
Where loneliness is history
Told to pack his shit and leave
Where guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need
And were crying isn't secret
It's the art of how we grieve
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will achieve
I will achieve
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
(end)
mmm. that was long. sorry.