Constellations is a Chilling Song

I love this Jack Johnson’s “Constellation.” The lyrics are beautiful and it’s damn chilling when I listen to the sounds. My mood changes. It has a poetic feeling. It’s like calm, cherishing feelings of those little moments you spend just watching the sunset and looking at the stars. The lyric has such deep meanings…it seems like he sure knows life and how to live life, the gift of life, and the real beauty in life.  His other songs like “If I Could,” “Breakdown,” are songs must listen to.

It is amazing how "we drew our own constellations." It resembles the phrase "drawing conclusions"…drawing to an end. This song is amazing, just like every other song by Jack.

And another line, 'listen close enough all else fades... fades away.' It sounds damn chilling to our lives. And it’s true.

The song helps me to bring and build beautiful memories of my child, family, and times.

Jack Johnson is a Hawaiian-folk singer-songwriter. He is a soft rocker, surfer and filmmaker.  

And I would like to leave here with my favorite song, Constellations.

"Constellations"

The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
Their voices echoed across the way
It's getting late

It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papa's translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above us chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades, fades away

It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations.

 

My Small Oeuvre

I am a self-taught man of words, and therefore, self-acclaimed writer. My world is in between fantasies and the real me. I have been trying myself to write, and most probably for my own satisfaction. I kind of develop satisfaction when I have completed my little ideas in writing. I have been maintaining my creation from class VIII, and so I have so many amateur articles. I have seven or eight exercise books of them as of now, all filled with so many stories, poems, letters, songs, etc, and all of them have been my solace, a true friend. Some of them are quite shameful to read now, as they are very tender, substandard, and at times shoddy as they have faltering ideas, language, grammar, all immature ones. They are really infants. I am no better now. I have sent some of those articles to our newspapers, and they were kind enough to publish my articles. I was also awarded many times for my creations, which encouraged me further. I also wrote many anonymous articles, most of them complain letters, a few others. I have those few articles published in newspapers photographed on this blog. Many articles were misplaced. These photographs are dark as I shot in a dark room now.