Gravity Kills - Goodbye (Mortal Kombat OST)

In a mirror of you, reflections of you, you're showing what you
Feel like inside, Need the power of two, just me and you
An image that you hold in your mind. Sometimes you're
wrong and then sometimes you're right, You don't expect me
to put up a fight. I'm sick and tired of all of your lies
I'm sick and tired and I'm saying goodbye.
I don't need this poison, I don't need control, I don't need forgiveness
I don't need you - You're a shadow of me
what I used to be. I'm fading as the light dims
outside, I know what you need, because I can
see I'm taking over thoughts in your mind. Sometimes
you're wrong and then sometimes you're right, You're in
the dark so I'll turn on the light. I'm sick and tired
of all your lies. I'm fucking tired and I'm saying goodbye
I don't need this poison, I don't need control
I don't need forgiveness, I don't need you
I don't need this poison, I don't need control
I don't need forgiveness, I don't need you

Chris De Burgh - High On Emotion

Yea here we go again,
We are moving from a spark to a flame;

I am high on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way;

Oh my heart is burning like a fire,
Closer now and she is breathing desire,
Take my hand and give it all your light,
Take command I am your rhythm tonight;

Well here we go again,
Living in a world that others cannot share,
Yea here we go again,
We are moving from a spark to a flame;

I am high on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way;

I am high on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way;
High on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way.


Youtube: http://youtube.com/watch?v=zMiqJR85KkM

Milk Inc. - Time

It may be true,
That it's worth another try.
But then again,
I often wonder why.

There's no answer,
There's no reason left to stay,
Is it time,
Tell me there's another way.

Chorus:
Time,
Take us back in time,
Why can't we rewind,
And take it back to
Where we used to be...
x2

It may be true,
That we shouldn't let this die.
But then again,
I often wonder why.

Every day feels like
there's nothing left to say.
Is it time,
Tell me there's another way.

[Whisper: Time, Time]

There's no answer,
There's no reason left to stay,
Is it time,
Tell me there's another way.

[Chorus] x2

YouTube: http://youtube.com/watch?v=dAXWNm0bWM0

Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son (Die hard 4 OST)

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no,

YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vvmVIDp7v0

The Object in a Bag

Imagine this scenario,
you have a bag which holds inside is a broken object. You are very upset about that object as you really like it and thinking the fact that it's broken made you even more sadder.
Telling other of the condition of your object, and other's reaction was that they felt sad for you as that object in your bag that you like is now broken.
Day to day, you carry that object thinking that nothing can replace it. It made you more sadder thinking about it.
Now what happens if someone came and listens to you. He/she sits down and listens every word you say. He/she not only listens but understands why you still carry that broken object although it is already broken. He/she then asked you,
"I'm interested in that object, as why you are so attached to it."
He/she then continue saying,
"Would you mind showing it to me that object?"
Slowly, and carefully you took that object from your bag and display it infront. And you continue to tell as for why you really feel sad and why you still keeps it.
Then He/she asked,
"I can see now that the object it broken, but your feelings attached to that object is not."
You then realize that although the object is broken, but you still carry it around, why? because the bond between that object is still there. Which then you try to fix it, try your best and manage to put it together.
The morale of the story is, if you have problems, let it out to those who are truly listening. Only then you are able to see it and fix it. You cant possibly fix something that is inside of a bag.