Somewhere Only We Know

This will be not the best Keane cover that you have ever heard, but I assure you that I sing from the soul.  I grow up as a teenager listening to this song and skipping it.  I was so into punk rock and metal music. I found "Somewhere Only We Know" as nothing more than a boring slow song. Although there were many interesting trivia circulated on 2004 like, "Do you know that Keane is the only band that does not have bass player?" I almost jumped when it was revealed that Keane's genre is rock.  I was like, "Are you kidding me? That is not rock."

I was a scumbag idealist teenager back then.

But now I understand this song even more as I get older.  I think you might have all agreed when you listen to the lyrics.  The feeling of feeling lost and wanting to be saved.  You miss memory of your childhood.  It makes you feel like being in a scene of Maurice Sendak's Where The Wild Things Are.

These are tough times.  I hope that my loved ones, family and friends are staying to give their support.  I know that the second storm is coming.  I calculated it after the first one has been long gone.  It is exhausted.  But it is a deal of being an adult right?  There is no pause, maybe there is a short pause.  But you will need to sprint faster and longer.  Meanwhile, people keep reminding me that I need to be grateful because there are other people that are still unfortunate materialistically or spiritually.

It is right and I still keep it in me.  That I am lucky enough, eventhough my family members are living by their own in different parts of Indonesia but I know they are healthy and fit.  We are still one big family and my parents never go through a painful process of separation.  Many of my close friends are victims of divorce, but somehow, they are growing into a tougher and happier person than I am.  There are some other who have lost their parents, but they are still keeping their heads high.  I earn like the most 20somethings do.  It is not much and we are still splurging like wow... but at least, that little money I earn by my own sweat.  I have never asked parents really for money eventhough when I was still dependent as a student.  They are still giving me support eventhough I am not asking for it.  My parents never scold me to "Hey, get a job, get your own money, so that you can start a life and get out from our house."  They are helping me to grow gradually.

But now, I started to feel like the shit is getting real each day, and I feel far from them eventhough we communicate everyday... I feel as sense of independence is growing more and more within me and it does not look calming as I thought.  Everyday is a battle of inner dialogue of spirituality and my purpose in life.  I have never thought that I can walk this far and still survive.  I hope I can survive another mile to the finish line.  I hope I can always be thankful and remember to stay grounded.  I admire my smart and open minded friend who are deeply knowledgeable mosty about everything, but somehow they stay grounded and calm with that kind of level of intellectuality.

Your brain or intelectuallity is a weapon.  It is deadly.  It can kill you.  Everyeach of us has been given a set of revolver by Him for protection and guardian of yourself.  He has been kind enough. But we need to use it wisely. 

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?