Kate Miller-Heidke: New ways of listening (type 3 & 4)
New ways of listening type 3.
This one was more of a challenge but it is a popular tune currently and I found the effort worthwhile. It is naturally a love song but one involving pining and loss and the use of the imagination to recapture love. So when listening with listening type 3 I am singing to my soul as though we have been apart and I want us to get together or get back together. This leads me to wonder where I have been and what have I been up to, to leave my heart, my soul so alone? I love this song and it was a challenge to make it fit but produced some surprising extra bits. Here is the you-tube version if you want to listen together Kate Miller-Heidke 'The Last Day On Earth' Official VideoThe Last Day On Earth
Kate Miller-Heidke
Look down ? the ground below is crumbling
Look up ? the stars are all exploding
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
In my dreams
In my dreams I long for my soul to come back to me. For my heart to come back to me. It takes something as momentous as the end of the world for you, my heart to come back to me.
Between the dust and the debris
There's a light surrounding you and me
So we are together again. I am with my heart, in my dreams. I am recelaimed.
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
In my dreams
And you hold me closer than I can ever remember being held.
I'm not afraid to sleep now, if we can stay like this until
There is a new tenderness that so far we have not had. Why is this? Why am I estranged from my true nature, from my soul? Why must I enter imaginal realms to consider us togther.
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
You've come back to me. The only bliss that matter?
In my head I replay our conversations
Over and over til they feel like hallucinations
You know me ? I love to lose my mind
And every time anybody speaks your name I still feel the same
I ache, I ache, I ache inside.
I am now in the realm of creative license. But the quesiton remains as to why we separated and is it any wonder really that I lose my mind in trying to be with my spirit again?
Listening Type 4 - My heart singing to me
This is my heart singing to me. With the poignancy of this song and her voice this is a great song for my soul to sing to me to remind me that there is something still for me to do.
Look down ? the ground below is crumbling
Look up ? the stars are all exploding
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
In my dreams
In
my soul's dream he longs for me to come back. For me to come back to my heart. It takes something as momentous as the end of the world for
me to consdier returning to my heart, even in a dream. My heart dreams of a time when I will return.
Between the dust and the debris
There's a light surrounding you and me
My heart cares nothing for time, the universe or existance. My heart wants to be with me. My heart is my soul mate.
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
In my dreams
And you hold me closer than I can ever remember being held.
I'm not afraid to sleep now, if we can stay like this until
Finally I relent and I am able to hold my heart close. My heart is not afraid any more. What has my heart been afraid of? Of not being with me, I imagine. And what have I been up to that it takes until the end of the world to come back to myself? Many things.
It's the last day on earth
In my dreams
It's the end of the world
And you've come back to me
The idea that I am important to my spirit, to my heart is an important one. Not one that inspires hubris and a big head. Rather one that inspires humility and contrition. My spirit dreams that in the final moments in timethat I will finally return
In my head I replay our conversations
Over and over til they feel like hallucinations
You know me ? I love to lose my mind
And every time anybody speaks your name I still feel the same
I ache, I ache, I ache inside.
The idea of my sould aching for me is a harsh and gorgeous picture. My sould is singing a song of lament to me. will I listen?