- "Presentation of hubris. In Aristotlian proportions"-
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    Saturday, August 12, 2006

    These are the lyrics to Quasimodo's next song
    which can be found here:


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    Mirrors (End)


    I will never say,
    or do, like they do.

    Not with words.

    Saying how I feel,
    I just can't look at me.

    Am I not crazy? Us just sitting on this bench, like we used to.

    If you need time,
    And if that is all you need,
    then its fine with me

    But this is all I have to say-
    So do be true, say it if you have to.
    Cause our love is guaranteed
    We, together, will ever be.
    Mirrored till the end, of the centuries,

    At this bench.

    Saying it, will be rare for me.
    Cause I wouldn't want to, influence you,
    In mirroring my decisions.

    At this bench, A sweet spectacle!
    Your bleary eyes, your tired eyes
    But that smile on your face..

    So do be true
    Smile, only like you do

    Say them sincerely
    Cause we together will ever be

    Mirrored, till the end of the centuries.


    Brief synopsis of song:

    Mirrors point out the self-reflectioning theme of the song,
    as we often look outwards in search of true happiness and contentment.

    We often question ourselves : "Where is true love? Is there really true happiness?"

    Thus we endeavour to go through every nook and cranny in search of the adage representing such enlightenment.

    However, haven't we looked at ourselves, for a moment?

    Have we considered that such true love could possibly be near us,
    embedded right there in our hearts?

    We always question the realism of true love,

    But what have we done to realise its true meaning?


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