Signal Fire (cont'd...)

A post from my good pal, Jamesy boy. He's the same bugger that introduced me to the video for "Signal Fire"

Watching this for the past few days now, kinda puts not only me, but i guess each one of us at one point, into perspective, depicting volumes of our own faculties.
it was quite beautiful and surreal what kids can teach us with their innocence and purity of their hearts. i watched delicately, as if each scene bit off a chunk of me.

the opening scene brings us where we meet a girl. you know what you have to do. you like her, but things, for some reason or another, dont smoothen out.
"the perfect words never crossed my mind"

sometimes u played the bad part, the part that nobody wishes to, like a big black ugly spider(beautiful, to me actually) that just about scares the girl of your dreams. ironic that when it mattered, it always seem like this.
you get pushed around, kicked about and have your harness snatched. someone else swoops in and takes the part of the hero and all you could do, is helplessly remain backstage and let the envy engulf.
someone else could already have taken the brave stand, or, we could say by sheer allocated part, saved your girl in distress, leaving you feeling like the last person on earth.
before you know it, you will be part of the audience, just looking on and having no more part in the whole play.
"All I wanted, just sped right past me"

what do you do then?
step up and go grab your chance. crap, an 8 year-old bespectacled nerd has to teach us this.
kiss her before that it could all end for you, before the very part you fear, and make it your own, so she gives the most important portion to you.
consequences? nevermind actually, as hindsight should have let you witnessed clearly the previous encounters. they may seem daunting and uncertain, but they cant beat the feeling you will have if you did not.

you can change the script. or at the very least, the ending.
for the hope of living happily ever after of course.
"There you are, standing right in front of me"
"No, I don't wanna wait forever"

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Me?
Mine's slightly different.
I would think that once, very very long time ago.
I could play the hero, the guy who will sweep the gal off her feet, and carry her off to her dreams.
Guess what?
To her, I was the 'black spider', I was playing the bad part, the ugly part, the part of the script that scares her off.
So disillusioned I was, for so very long...

Contented with the role that I was playing,
I stood in the shadows, just behind the curtains, eyes drinking in every detail of you, ear attuned to all the things you said, mind occupied by nothing but you.
I just stood and watch, watching other characters come and go.
Watching, Just watching.
I tried to seize the chance, any chance, I tried to change the script.
Did it matter?
Either I hesitated and another character stepped up to play the part,
or I rushed into in while you weren't on stage.

Even the kid in the video has more balls than me.
I didn't even DARE to do anything. Living an existence on stage ala the Phantom of the Opera, living in shadows, singing melancholy tunes that no one can hear, yet hoping that you might hear them.
You did hear some of the tunes.
Just a case of too little, too late.

Now, I just ease into the faceless crowd, watching the show, your show, go on.

"No, I don't wanna wait forever."

My show with you was over.
Over, when I realised that I'll always be the supporting, not the lead.

I kicked the bucket full of regrets under the seat, sat back and began to watch the show...