Tom Day - Who We Want To Be
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- Опубликовано: 28 сен 2024
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The music makes me sad and brave at the same time...
It's like this song "wakes you up". Like all the tragically beautiful things about life becomes apparent, in return with serious inspirational whiplash.
It reminds me... The good old days... So many feeling ❤️🙏
life just teared on me, even life is sad, it could be something it could be nothing.
Tom made my Day!
I would fly-
If I had wings-
Hoping for suns warmth-
In non misty springs-
My world is small-
like a golden cage-
there all colours become grey-
And all lights become shades-
Cause I’m not dying-
And I’m not living-
Just in this wasteland -
Away I’m within -
And I spent my time -
dreaming there I would fly -
If I had wings -
To the horizon or up in the sky -
And when I wake up -
I am not a bird -
but a human chained to earth-
always and forever-
cette melodie est émotionnel
Addicted to it too!!!!!AMAZING!
Feeling the earth
AMAZING! Keep them coming and keep it up!
Maybe not vital to humanity's existence, we don't need things like Alice in Wonderland and Apple to merely exist, but existence is nothing without creativity, innovation, progression, exploration. Some of the best and most amazing things have been catalyzed and brought into existence through the influence of some drugs. I don't mind, for the irrefutable fact that they have allowed people like Steve Jobs, The Beatles, Bill Gates, Michael Phelps, and countless others to bring beauty to this world.
i love this sound!!!! it's perfect!!!
congratulations for your channel!!!!
WoW, Tom Day is really amazing.
beautiful
Love it
Just wow. Gives me goose bumps. Thank you, Tom Day :)
i'm listening this song for the 5th times repeatedly at 04.09 am. i feel numb.
tim tam dude. 5th time for me at 4.09am. Shit u not
Amazing piece of music without a doubt
My pleasure. ;)
This might be the most poetic comment section on youtube ;D
and so man tears were shed... T~T
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What?
the poop is brown,
watch it sparkle as it crowns
into the depths to wash away
to reach a light hidden in the day
spiraling I break apart
a silent flush and a lost heart
but still I am, and still ill be
stinky and brown, forever chasing a dream
Realy Unique Track , Love From Morocco
+Affani Ayoub Yeah bro , Kayn mais 9liiiil ;) ,
This song kinda provokes me of going into the wilderness and living my own life. Independent from media from economy from globalization. Not being a slave of the modern world. This song means alot to me, maybe I'm going to do it...
step 1 - roll a joint
step 2 - youtube tom day
step 3 - smoke dat join
step 4 - reach the moon
ur welcome :)
I LOVE this picture :D
🙌
❤
Nice beat
BEST AMONG THE BEST
FEELING MOTIVATED GOOD JOB BRO
drums forever.....
رهيبه
😦😲😥😳
2016 / 10/ 08
well would it be a mercy killing or just ending his life sooner not allowing him to say goodbye or make him suffer more pain then he would ever experience
Nothing left behind the true worrior 's death body..........
Who do you want to be?
Agnieszka Wasilewska ANGEL FALLS myself
a human
Agnieszka Wasilewska ANGEL FALLS ah Hero
somewhat of a moral question i think but the details are a little vague
nadhera 😍
ja gled'o seselja, pa dodjoh ovde
deeeep
... i would let them choose. If they wanted me to kill them, the person that they took everything that i loved and cared for. For them to look into my eyes and see the hell they brought into my life. For them to fully understand the consequences of their horrid actions. Or would they choose for me to let them finish off on their own, knowing how one of their victims felt, but to scared to die that quickly. To be finished off just like they had done to my loved ones.
Girl on the pic be like: #NoFilter
1.25
Thanks me later
shut your face
i beg your pardon?
Weed isn't hallucinogenic.
Start being open minded.
Weed could help you, not me ! Thanks
DRUGS ALL THE WAY
Clearly you are not well-rounded on your weed knowledge. please do some research, or at least some intensive first hand research. Weed is a hallucinogen. Hallucinations are frequent among heavy usage of cannabis, and yes, i speak from experience.
Just when life was getting me down and I felt so sad I find this music box treasure....thank you Tom Day.......
Magpie everything will be OK！
Thank you sincerely.....
Who decide from right or wrong,
Beneath the graves of deaden throng?
And what purpose shall we define,
Against the bounds of sacred time.
To what then grasp the golden dawn,
Or fell and sleep the silver moon.
Longing, longing, the answers we meant,
Till whole of lives be gone and spent.
PHAT
Very pretty
*****
Unknown
xoxo
+Edric L. (Cedric) god will decide
He takes is gun out and walks away from his apartment. Into the streets of darkness. When the moment arrives that he can't even see his own hands he stops. There is a light coming towards him. The light of a lantern. Behind the lantern there is a woman. The woman gives him the lantern and vanishes into the darkness. So the guy keeps walking with his gun in his right hand and the lantern in his left hand. As he walks he suddenly notices he isn't in the city he lived in.
The people he pass ignore him, their eyes dancing away from his gaze. No, they dart towards the shadows, anywhere his light isn't. They shy away from him, his very presence weighing down upon them, just as his burden bears down on his own shoulders. The lantern in his hand, the only light in this forgotten city of emotions and abandoned memories, where the trains of thought never ran on time and sometimes never arrive, was all he had to see the way.
And so he blew it out.
He felt the tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood pouring from his skull, he had found his purpose, and they killed her, after years of searching he found the ones responsible and took his revenge. Walking away from the dreadful deed, he remembered how much he loved her, and how he was never strong enough; until now he'd been a passenger in life.
As the crimson tears fell onto the snow; the mortal wound about to relieve him of his life, he was ready to see her again.
she wasn't ready for him, she kissed him, "Live!" is the only thing she said to him as she disappeared again and her touch nothing more than a memory now for the weeping man who had not known love, who had only been one of life's shadows, content being in the fringes until now, he had hope again...
And so the man had risen from the ground, with no emotion he continued his journy, let it be with blood and tears, he didn't quit, he walked into the darkness until he saw nothing,
nothing but yet another light, so he ran, he ran towards it as it seemed that he will never reach it, it was her...her face lit up the sky, the man stood there for hours while his
memories started hunting him yet again, he turned away from her shining face, and walked on....
the ground fades, narrowed vision, the tunnel of despair and the passing of hope, slowly but surely awaiting his eternal loneliness, time passes ever faster as the darkness manifest,
shapeless forms surround him, his senses dulled as his final moments approach, a glimmer of hope in the dark, a beacon of faint security, a warding light, as delicate as a rose,
he sums up his dying courage and reaches out..........
but falls to the ground, asleep in both worlds he has no hope, he has no future, he has no life, but in the very depths of his heart, he hears the voice of the ones that love him,
the ones he loves, and so he gets up, begins walking until he falls again, he is pulled back up with mighty strength, but there is nobody there, he is no longer in a city, he is no
longer on earth, he is his own man, he wonders when he will be woken up, or if he even can be, but he has been awake the whole time
his soul has never reached the place where stands the great light that illuminates the surrounding hearts, he looks, hardly ever, in a far distance, and perceives the shape of an
impressive moutain.. He thought, to climb it would be meagerly reassuring but above all prodigiously hazardous, so he headed towards it, he kept walking until he fell down and got
injured.. he said to himself : ''luck fails in dark places''
It is then that he contemplated the mysteries of life, his purpose and very ethics that had caused him to be where he is at this very moment. As he climbed to the peak, he was oblivious
to the world around him, clueless of the plethora of mother nature's beauties watching upon him as he progressed. He raised his weary eyes above him, It seemed as if the peak was a light,
the light to mortality, but most importantly, the light to her..
He stands alone, in a world overcrowded with people. All so similar, yet so different. His story ends in the same place it began, the same place it all began. He knows it was all for naught,
but feels no regret. In the end it was worth it; because no matter the magnitude, the grandeur, it was his life as well as hers. But in this he achieved greatness, true greatness, unlike known
to the universe prior.
His story is long, his memories are eternal. He was now so wise he could share the wisdom for centuries. His loved ones were fuelling his blood, whereas his love was fuelling his courage.
Not knowing whether is reaching her still correct or not and either way not knowing whether continuing the way is yet possible, he began to find a new experience. He travelled far from people,
he went through fields and he crossed mountains. Walking somewhere, he just stopped and looked around..
And what he saw; he saw everything he had not seen before. He had opened his eyes and understood everything that was laid out before him and closed his eyes, letting all he had been through weigh
upon him. His eyes opened and shone with a glimmer of hope and realization. He knew what he had to do. He trekked through the barren land of his mind, through the happiness and sorrow of his memories,
through everything until the start, back where he had first begun all of this. To the darkness. To her.
There she stood, a timeworn smile on her face, etched into his mind, something that would never leave him. No longer did he see her as the pale, motionless person, a kitchen rag on the floor, stained
with blood. Now, he saw her as the person she had been, an angel. He knew then that he had to hold on to life. It was a train, and no matter how much he wanted to slip off and, he had to hold on, for her.
She lived inside him, so as long as he breathed, she breathed too, in harmony.
He remembered back to that first night, and a nostalgic feeling returned to him, he felt as she was always by his side, even at this moment where he is leaving his old life behind. He knew inside
he was never alone, and she always had his back. He gazed up at the sky in awe, as the clouds began to part, and he could see his new life so clearly a feeling has never felt before.
A man who lives barely breathing with emotions stuck in a world like void. A man with his face down staring at this dirt. He remembers it all. How happy he was and how happy the girl could have
been without him. As he think deeply with his loud sighs. Unforgettable moments became his obsessions. Even though he could bare it no longer, even though it pains more than a fire burning inside
him, he cried, and fell on the ground with the rain start pouring, blending the tears within.
And clinging to those distant memories of what had been, he creates in his mind what could've been and should've been. And he's trembling, because it's so hard letting go. He's free from those old
shackles, but bonded my ones stronger than the latter. A feeling of regret courses through him. A feeling of sadness that flows with his tears. And he looks to the sky like he always had and whispers to himself, "Heavy hearts like heavy clouds in the sky are best relieved by the letting of a little water."
And with the release of those powerful tears came the release of his regret and inhibition. The shackles that had bound him to his tormented memories were no longer, he saw them for what they were,
stairs. And the shackles that bound him currently were stairs ahead. Through the tears & the shadow, the delusions & the madness, he sees what must be true. He climbs slowly and feebly onto his
trembling legs. He takes one step and then another and he feels stronger with each step, finally nearing freedom.
These stairs creating a new journey, and new life. Each step taken is a new experience, a link broken in the chain that bound him to his past and his fears. Those fears that brought him to the brink
of destruction now lead him to freedom and salvation. Freedom from those memories of her. Not knowing what is ahead of him he climbs past everything, creating his own story, the next chapter in the
book of himself. The book of love & loss
He hath remained a vagrant forever it seems, searching for what lies in the horizon. He wanted to give up, not reaching the white light after thousands of steps. The other side of the field is
farther away than can be described. The wind beckons him return to his home, which he so despised. Not knowing what the moving light holds, he knows the only way to find out is to keep moving and reach it.
As he drifts through the vast landscape unfolding before him, so he drifts through the uncharted territory of his own mind. Observing this unimaginable expanse, he turns to see what he has left
behind. Upon the horizon is a burning city, the city he used to call home. He stops for a moment, and looks down to the scar on his forearm, forever reminding him of who he used to be, who WE used to be. He has no regret for he knows;
though we are unaware,
we are all exactly
Who We Want To Be.
Liam Bennett tldr
+Liam Bennett I feel like I just read a dream
+Liam Bennett holy fuck that was cringy as hell.
Wow, that was pretty damn good. Idk if it was formatted specifically for this song but the tone and structure changed exactly with the song and it ended right around the end of the song. Very impressive.
liam you are brilliant ! the dark and light we all have inside
flawless atmosphere, happy new year for everyone
i cant sleep anymore.why do i listen to this at this time...this is awesome.
As I light my dabb this song gets me higher thin my O.G shatter wax .Tom day ur music is my medicine need it every day ............
Addicted to it
Fiona Jahan same here
OF GOD AND THE ANGELS--THIS SONG IS SO INSPIRING --FOR THOSE OF US WHO KNOW WHAT WE WANT TO BE BUT HAVEN'T MADE IT YET
I just want to be... MEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!! :)
She's giving up on trying
Only afraid of what it brings
But even the perfect picture
Is still held up by strings
Hanging on the wall
A portrait of her sings
Songs of love and hate
Along with other things
Trying to take her back
One step for each mistake
Slowly closing her breath
She's giving into fate
As mirrors only show her
What she cannot be
Never allowing herself
What she wants to believe
As she sees herself and runs
From constant fear of failure
Like a dying rose afraid to enter the sun
Slowly growing paler
Hi.How is this picture? Someone piant or make in the photoshop?
If We Could see Music This Would Be Beautiful
jesus man...that build up to the beat coming in...and what a beat...fits perfectly!! i love music! :) :) :)
brilliant (:
Close your eyes and just listen... Wow 👍❤️
Esta echa a la perfeccion saca los mejores recuerdos de ti es como si volvieras a revivir tus mejores recuerdos.
that music give me motivation that i need compose poetry
Because Alice in Wonderland and Apple are so vital to humanity...
perfect! thx for sharing:)
one thing though my friends...wow, i apologize...i just realized that i am soooo tired to type what i even meant to type and or to sleep...Soo tired i cant sleeep....but last word for this song? Beauty, beauty that aand which drives me
311 views with 308 views of me
respect from morocco
You came from fenzy motivation isn't it
What am I doing with my life ...
Wasting it away by making absolutely useless tier lists. I used to be somebody, even if I didn't know it at the time. Even though I was in pain. But maybe it was that pain that at least kept me from trying. Maybe all that really matters in like is struggling. Being dissatisfied. I have longed for all my pain and suffering to end. But without any adversity... what am I left with? Nothing. One must struggle to appreciate the flowers, but also to know that one is struggling.
That shame is what drives me. That pain is what pushes me forward. The fear that I would lose her was what woke me up, and why I saw light in my life. Now, what am I afraid to lose?
Is this perfection?
Inspiring
Thanks for this music
Tom Day 💟💕
i love this music so much !!!
are you Melayu
yes
swoon...
Stop living
This is truly a brilliant track!
Thanks Tom Day & thanks fmxz0r… I really appreciate it.
There was a time in my life that I would have said 'brutal revenge all the way.' but now, I'd forgive. It would take a while, but eventually, I'd cope, I'd deal, and I'd forgive. Maybe find a way for him/her to see the error of their ways without being brutal about it.
Do you know what are you talking about ? You didnt red the comment of Faabisacraab because it's deleted. I dont care about weed, i smoked, and i'm not against. I make music too. So please, let me answer to disrespectful people. Excuse me, but yes, we're above ignorance !
This is magic, and sounds great. Bravo!
Then you should try, maybe it wont help u, but makes u - at least - fly more than u could imagine. Get your sober open minded, mix it with your stoned open minded, i hope you'll grab a SupaOpenMind stuff.
Question time: What if you had someone take away everyone and everything you have ever loved, and you had the chance to kill him/her? But, he/she is old and dying slowly. Would you kill them?
Sounds like an instrumental rip off, of Linkin Park's "Numb". Cool tune though.
It's a hope for all the hopeless
Love it
No se cuantos años llevo escuchando esta melodía... si muriera quisira escuchar esta y nada mas.
some inexplicable broad gut feeling is filing me from inside..... to do something great and not tell anyone... forget about it.. !!
Thank you again, fmxz0r. Counting on you for sharing the best smooooth tunes.
What does me not having testicals have to do with anything?
I get that same urge. Now though I'm beginning to think we'd have RUclips withdrawals.
What is the name for this kind of music ?
a cupl ov commaz dont mayk hiz gramma terribl!.,,')??
fuck such good beats i love this .......... thanks tom day;)
Don't tell her what to do. Maybe she lives the #thuglyf.
You got a new subscriber, ty! :D
I will forever Love this .
totally music for a hollywood movie...
love it
no, too good for Hollywood, the masses are asses
Faze gwidt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow
I love it