Because I am trying hard to balance work and school, I have decided I needed some inspiration. And there’s only Dashboard Confessional to keep me company. And though the idea of not being able to attend their recent concert in Manila punishes me, it doesn’t keep me from patronizing the band’s artistry and lyrical genius.
I'd kill for someone who can sing and write like him. I've never known anyone who can equal the genuine and sincere emotions of his music.
Random lines from Christopher Carraba:
But I’m dying to live.
Take notice, take interest, take me with you.
We are, we are intriguing. We are, we are desirable.
But all our fears fall on deaf ears.
It’s better to hold you and keep you pacified.
Won’t you hold me now? I will not bend, I will not break.
Maybe it’s love but it’s like you say, “Love is like a role that we play.”
But I believe in you so much, I could die from the words that you say.
Just found the pieces but they fit like they weren’t made for it.
My hopes are so high that your kiss would kill me. So won’t you kill me so I die happy?
So much for all the promises you made, they served you well. Now you’re gone and you’re wasted on me.
Color the coast with your smile, it’s the most genuine thing I’ve ever seen.
I think tonight I’ll take the long way.
Always assuming the worst but you’re going on nonetheless, and there’s nothing to cushion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home. And there’s something to cushion my callous sighs. And I know that you hope for longer good-byes embracing for forever and falling in your eyes.
I’m living in your letters. Breathe deeply from this envelope it smells like you and I can’t be without that scent. It’s filling me with all you mean to me.
There is no need to test my heart with useless space. These roads go on forever, there will always be a place for you in my heart.
We’re not 21, but the sooner we are the sooner the fun. Grow up fast!
It doesn’t make it easier to be away. I’d like to hire a plane. I’d see you in the morning when the day is fresh. I’m coming home again. (These are like words from a soldier who’s sent on a mission.)
The harder I push the further I fall. Well you don’t mind me being headstrong.
Maybe it’s right but I can always, always, always be wrong.
A certain callousness complies in your charm and in your pride, a hopeful look draped in despise. I wanna give you everything you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? Is it within me?
It seems our day keeps falling on a leap year.
She’s got a history of killing herself and I had a habit of dying. I think she’s given me something to live for… It’s cruel but she’s got a good hold on me.
(Intro music of “Stolen” — that is, if only I can write it. LOL)
And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration. One good stretch before our hibernation. Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well.
You have stolen my heart.
You are the best one of the best ones. We all look like we feel.
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn, burn as brightly as we can. And if it’s gotta end, then let it end in flames.
Let it burn all the way down.
If this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began.
The road is now a sudden sea, and suddenly you’re deep enough to lay your armor down.
The lights will flash and fade away, the days will pass you by. Don’t wait to let your armor down.
And she pulled you in, and she bit your lip, and she made you hers, she looked deep into you as you lay together quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer. But you’ve already lost when you only had barely enough to hang on.
And she made you better than you’d been before.
And you held her looser than you would have if you ever could have known… Some things tie your life together, slender threads and things to treasure. Days like that should last and last and last.
We are still dreamers in our dead sleep, naked and tangled, twisted in love.
Heaven’s not waiting. It’s spilling its secrets. It’s right here between us, and we’ve no other choice but believe.
You are only strong enough to handle what I need.
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden.
Our act of defiance, we keep this secret in our blood. No paper or letters. We pass just close enough to touch. We love in secret names, we hide within our veins the things that keep us bound to one another.
Your name is pounding through my veins.
Then I’m on my second round of the playlist, beginning with “Stolen”.
Oh, btw, I really like The Swiss Army Romance album. I can almost imagine myself having to battle a long-distance relationship with a soldier, which, btw, is highly improbable. It’s a classic, and I believe it has set the foundations for the mainstream emo music that we know of today. It’s so raw and genuine, almost hurting. When you hear Chris singing and playing the guitar, you will be reminded of Secondhand Serenade. And it’s quite the opposite to me — I remember Chris when I hear Secondhand Serenade so I’m not so impressed with the latter (although I really like “Your Call”, it’s so Dashboard).
Would it be weird to confess that his guitar speaks to me? I don’t know, but I get so emotional whenever I listen to his lead. How come some of his broken chords are not so broken at all? In fact, they are ironically clear as lenses to me. And when he sings, my heart would burst into tears as if they have eyes. LOL. No kidding, they are as real as tangible. And I can almost relate that to my crying over listening to “The Scientist”. (I’ll tell you about that next time.) Cliche and tautological, but Dashboard is the most amazing musician I know.
Dem. I feel so in love with no one.
"Careful now, you're so beautiful when you've convinced yourself no one else is quite as beautiful."
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