Reflections of My Life
January 12, 2008 by 8thsense
Just before I left Bandung during my last trip in December 07…I heard this song again at the food court in Rumah Mode. My feeling was O..M…G..did I hear it correctly? This song is not a famous oldies one..and to hear it in public space was just really a nice surprise to me.
Yeah yeah..I guess you start mumbling what’s so special with this song. To start with..this is my life soundtrack during my rough time in Bandung! I remember it was brotha JohnDoe Parapat who first introduced this song to us in 1996 and soon it became an evergreen in our circle. Its deep lyrics put us to sleep on those solitude nights..whenever there’s a guitar, somebody would start playing it and you know what..this song even brought a scholarship to my friend, Deswanto Marboen, a free 3 months exchange program in Canada
Then, after 6 years I left Bandung and came back again for the very first time…God let me heard this song again. This time, I wasn’t with my buddies (dudes, I miss you all!)..I was with the beautiful lady..whom has a very big heart in walking together with me through such a complicated relationship. I told her about the stories and I kept humming it around in the car..
So..let me share you the song here..the clip and its lyrics. Brothers, sisters, friends, you all…sing it with me..whereever you are now
Enjoy!
Marmalade
Reflections Of My Life
"Reflections of my life"
(1973)
The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my eyes
All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my cryings (all my cryings), feel I’m dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh I’m going home)
I’m changing, arranging, I’m changing
I’m changing everything, ah, everything around me
The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live, oh, but I don’t wanna die
All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back, to my old home
All my cryings, (all my cryings), feel I’m dying, dying
Take me back to my old home (I’m going home)
All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back, (take me back) to my old home
Ah brother. It was our soundtrack back then and I am sure it is our soundtrack now and it will be our soundtrack then….
is it me or am i just feeling older and older these days.. it’s difficult to explain, i’m reading ur blog an Neil Young’s Old Man on my ear.. gosh