Céline Dion makes sense at times…

Regarde-Moi (Look at Me) By Céline Dion

It’s like a machine at full power
A locomotive charging without end
Hits shakes, I’m not getting used to
Who’s driving, who’s pushing this train, who knows where it goes
I have a headache, I have a heartache
Please make it stop, call me the ticket inspector
I want them to explain to me, I want someone
In case of panic, it’s written there
Oh, pull the hand brake
And you what are you doing here,
On your sofa, at my side
Don’t you see I’m dying, I’m exhausted
I’m out of sap, I won’t hold
Look at me, tell me the tender words
These words whispered
Let me get off far away far away of all this
I want, I order, look at me
I need your eyes
It’s the mirror wherein I exist, without them
I don’t see myself
Everything inhales us, small screens
Must show the worst elsewhere
To accept our nothings
If you don’t take care, with the time
You don’t care about stations and you never get off
Temples hitting, it takes me again
Or you reasoned yourself or you take medication
But I want to know, one time only
The end of the story and why, where and how
Who are the good ones and the bad ones?
C’est comme une machine à fond de train.
Une locomotive qui foncerait sans fin

Des coups des secousses, je m’habitue pas

Qui conduit, qui pousse ce train, qui sait où il va?

J’ai mal à la tête, j’ai mal au coeur

Faites que l’on arrête, appelez-moi le contrôleur

Je veux qu’on m’explique, je veux quelqu’un

En cas de panique c’est écrit là,
Oh, tirez sur le frein à main
 
Et toi qu’est-ce que tu fous là,
Sur ton sofa, à côté d’moi

Tu vois pas que j’crève, que j’suis vidée

Que j’ai plus de sève, que je vais lâcher
Regarde-moi, dis-moi les mots tendres

Ces mots tout bas,

Fais-moi redescendre loin de tout loin de tout ça

Je veux, je commande, regarde-moi

J’ai besoin de tes yeux,

C’est le miroir où j’existe
sans eux

Je ne me vois pas
Mais tout nous aspire, petits écrans

Faut montrer le pire ailleurs

Pour accepter nos néants

Si t’y prends pas garde, avec le temps

Tu te fous des gares et jamais plus tu ne redescends

Les temples qui cognent, ça me reprend

Ou tu te raisonnes ou tu prends des médicaments

Mais je voudrais savoir, une fois seulement

La fin de l’histoire et pourquoi, où et comment

Qui sont les bons et les méchants?

I don’t make a habit out of posting song texts… But I love this song, and I feel I can relate to it somehow. Check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RKXmwi4Ckc

About quantumphysica

My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93. Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know... I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling... I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever. And I make lists of things...
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