Why I love it: We're back to 2014, 17 year old me and to the mountain village high school. Mere days before I decided to off myself five hours from home, two of my older brothers in their thirties called me and asked if I wanted to come with them and a few friends up to Tromsø, the biggest town in northern Norway. They had to drive by my campus so they decided to take me with, because they knew I was struggling. So they took me up there and took me out to dinner, brought me out on the town and got me drinks, and my oldest brother taught me to smoke cigars on our way home to the hut we had rented in the valley early a Sunday morning. I had so much fun, but that ended the second I came back into my dorm, and I overdosed on my pills only to regret it a few minutes later and I threw them up. We had listened to this song in the car, and the thought of my brothers who loved me so, made me change my mind. I heard this song a few weeks later at a party at my new boyfriend's house and I fell apart crying, knowing that I could have died there, and my brothers would never know how much I really loved them.
And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life
What do you think you'd expect you would see?
Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life
And in the river reflections of meJust for a second a glimpse of my father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment the memories are all that remain
And all the wounds are reopening againWe're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothersAnd as you look all around at the world in dismay
What do you see, do you think we have learned
Not if you're taking a look at the war-torn affray
Out in the streets where the babies are burnedWe're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothersThere are time when I feel I'm afraid for the world
There are times I'm ashamed of us all
When you're floating on all the emotion you feel
And reflecting the good and the badWill we ever know what the answer to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's own handWe're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothersWhen you think that we've used all our chances
And the chance to make everything right
Keep on making the same old mistakes
Makes untipping the balance so easy
When we're living our lives on the edge
Say a prayer on the book of the deadWe're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothersAnd if you're taking a walk through the garden of life
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Songs That Are Worth Checking Out + Why
PoetrySongs I love, both the lyrics and the song + a story of why these songs in particular make me feel special feelings when I listen to them. And to make it clear, I do NOT own any of the songs.