Don't ask me why, but analysing discourses have an awkward effect on my everyday life. Here I sit, writing how a symbolic order is established through words (words, words, words...), and how their analysis would reveal a part of our constructed truth, and I long for an old (indeed 18 year old) song telling just the opposite... (The vieo of this song remains as one of my all time favourites, too. Could it be the effect of the little prince theme? I was afterall still a kid, when it came out.) Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
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