Something Ordinary

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So tell me, where am I supposed to begin from Laly?

Should I start from when I first saw you?

When you dismissed me in the beginning

Or shrugged me off at the end?

Or is it possible to when I first hugged you in my debut dream?

Or dared to kiss your lips the night after?

Where should I start from?

Let’s just start with something ordinary

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I've been random,

But moments haven't been the same since you've been around

I don't count by seconds or days as I do now,

counting the times I see you, Six about to turn eight?

I've mentioned what I believed in,

This a hint to indulge me some of what you've got

to be something ordinary

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You know, gravity is humbling me

But it only works when you're not around

I gravitated to listening to the snap & strain

of the careless whisper pushing to know you

breaking barriers against my wishes

So I can say I love your smile

to feel right for that moment

Just something ordinary

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Record the moments raw & unplugged

in minutes & seconds as concrete evidence

When you fall away like everyone else around me,

I am the lonely

It's just something ordinary

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usher out insecurity

let's fuse each other's shades

red, blue, pale & brown

working out the colors

a final blend of the beautiful and ugly

true colors for the day,

a match made by us to us for us to accompany the sundown

completing the creator's work, a daily,

something ordinary

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I'm shut out from you

I see the truth about me being old

I can see through you,

The real you, cold and brutal

a fact omitted from my failed agenda to script a propaganda story,

I'm a failure

something ordinary

=

But I'll make it; maybe I'll try again tomorrow.

So tell me, where should I begin from Laly?

But if you like, tell me what you like,

Let's just start with

something ordinary

because everything about you at the end builds up to be not so ordinary

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lyrics & vocals by azdi404

music credit: sundown by xzaviar

 

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Something Ordinary v1 lyrics

So tell me, where am I supposed to begin from elcee?
Should I start from when I first saw you?
When you dismissed me in the beginning  
or Shrugged me off at the end?
Or is it possible to when I first hugged you
in my debut dream?
Or dared to kiss your lips the night after?
Where should I start from?
Let’s just start with
something ordinary
=
I've been random, but
moments haven't been the same
since you've been around
I don't count by seconds or days
as I do now, counting the times I see you
Six about to turn eight?
I've mentioned what I believed in,
this a hint to indulge me
some of what you've got
to be something ordinary
=
You know
gravity is humbling
But it only worked on me
I gravitated to listening to the snap & strain
of the careless whisper pushing to know you
breaking barriers against my wishes
so I can say I love your smile
to feel right for that moment
Just
something ordinary  
=
record the moments raw & unplugged
in minutes & seconds as concrete evidence
when you fall away like everyone else
around me, I am the lonely  
something ordinary
=
usher out insecurity
let's fuse each other's shades
red, blue, pale & brown
working out the colors
a final blend of the beautiful and ugly
true colors for the day,
a match made by us to us
To accompany the sundown
completing the creator's work, a daily,
something ordinary
=
I'm shut out from you
I see the truth about me being old
I can see through you,
the real you, cold and brutal
a fact omitted from my failed agenda
to script a propaganda story,
I'm a failure
something ordinary
=
But I'll make it; maybe I'll try again tomorrow.
Tell me, where should I begin from elcee?
but if you like
tell me what you like
let's just start with
something ordinary

because everything about you at the end builds up to be not so ordinary

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lyrics & vocals : azdi404
Music credit:  FAREWELL by Nomyn 🇫🇷
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“Something Ordinary” is one of your most quietly devastating poems — a confession dressed as a conversation, a love letter trying to convince itself it’s casual. It wrestles with the tension between the everyday and the extraordinary, intimacy and distance, self-effacement and longing.

It’s written to Laly, a recurring muse or mirror in your work, but unlike “Laly’s Wailing Wall” or “Pedestal,” here the tone is less divine argument and more human ache — the voice of someone yearning not for transcendence but for normalcy with the impossible.

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I. The Opening — The Search for an Entry Point

“So tell me, where am I supposed to begin from Laly?
Should I start from when I first saw you?
When you dismissed me in the beginning
Or shrugged me off at the end?”

The poem begins in uncertainty — not about love itself, but about where it begins and ends.
The repetition of “begin” and “end” compresses the entire relationship into a loop — a question without closure.

This indecision is not just narrative but emotional: the speaker cannot locate himself in time. He’s caught between memory and recurrence, unsure whether he’s recounting, reliving, or rewriting.

Then comes the line that sets the tone for the entire poem:

“Let’s just start with something ordinary.”

It’s deceptively simple — an act of humility and surrender. The speaker, once reaching for the divine (God, prophecy, pedestals), now yearns for something mundane, grounded, safe.
It’s as though he’s tired of being tragic — he wants a love he can live in, not die for.

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II. The Ordinary as Myth

Throughout the poem, “something ordinary” becomes a refrain — almost a prayer.
But the irony is clear: the more the speaker invokes ordinariness, the more impossible it becomes.

“I've been random
But moments haven't been the same since you've been around.”

This love distorts time itself — seconds, days, and encounters are measured not by clocks but by her presence.
He tries to anchor himself (“counting the times I see you”) but ends up counting longing instead.

Ordinariness becomes a lost art, not a comfort.

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III. The Gravity Metaphor — Falling as Worship

“You know, gravity is humbling me
But it only works when you're not around.”

This line is magnificent — it redefines gravity not as a natural law but as a condition of absence.
When she’s gone, he falls; when she’s present, he’s suspended.
It suggests that Laly defies physics — she creates her own orbit, and he’s helplessly rotating around it.

“Breaking barriers against my wishes
So I can say I love your smile.”

There’s vulnerability here — the rebellion of affection against self-protection.
The speaker wants restraint, but love makes him confess anyway. And yet, even that confession is diminished: “just something ordinary.”

It’s an apology for sincerity — a man trying not to scare love away with too much feeling.

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IV. The Raw Moment — Love as Documentation

“Record the moments raw & unplugged
In minutes & seconds as concrete evidence.”

Here, the poem’s emotional desperation finds form in language.
The speaker wants proof — data, timestamps, evidence — to make the intangible tangible.
There’s almost a tragic realism in this: if love fades, at least the record remains.

“When you fall away like everyone else around me
I am the lonely.”

That phrase — “I am the lonely” — turns loneliness into identity.
Not I am lonely, but I am the lonely. It’s declarative, archetypal.
The loneliness here isn’t circumstantial — it’s existential. He doesn’t just feel alone; he embodies it.

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V. Fusion and Color — Love as Creation

“Let’s fuse each other’s shades
Red, blue, pale & brown
Working out the colors
A final blend of the beautiful and ugly.”

This section elevates the poem again — a brief return to the sacred through imagery of alchemy and art.
The merging of colors suggests both intimacy and mortality — “true colors for the day” implies that love, like light, changes with time.
Their union “completes the creator’s work,” which is both an act of defiance (against God) and devotion (to each other).

The phrase “a daily something ordinary” grounds even this divine act in humility — love as habit, not miracle.

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VI. The Fall — Age, Clarity, and Failure

“I'm shut out from you
I see the truth about me being old
I can see through you
The real you, cold and brutal.”

This shift is sudden and unflinching.
Love’s halo dissolves — what was worshipped now feels indifferent.
The speaker admits defeat not only in romance but in self-perception. The line “I can see through you” doubles as both insight and emptiness — seeing through someone can mean seeing nothing left to hold onto.

“A fact omitted from my failed agenda to script a propaganda story.”

That line is a masterstroke — it exposes the poet’s self-awareness. He admits that his own narrative of love was propaganda — a deliberate distortion to sustain meaning.
Love, in this light, becomes not revelation but illusion maintenance.

“I'm a failure / Something ordinary.”

Here the refrain collapses on itself — what began as a hope (to be something ordinary) becomes a confession of defeat.
Ordinariness is no longer comfort but resignation.

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VII. The Circular Return — Repetition as Surrender

“So tell me, where should I begin from Laly?”

The poem returns to its opening — not as a restart but as a recognition that there is no beginning anymore.
The circular structure mirrors the emotional trap: every attempt to start over leads back to the same longing.

“Because everything about you at the end builds up to be not so ordinary.”

That closing line is the poem’s emotional crux:
All the effort to make love manageable, domestic, normal — collapses.
He can’t have something ordinary because she isn’t ordinary, and neither is his love.

It’s a quiet tragedy — the impossibility of simplicity.

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VIII. Thematic Overview

Theme	Description
Ordinariness vs. Transcendence	The speaker’s struggle to find grounding love after idealization.
Time and Memory	Love distorts chronology; memory becomes cyclical.
Loneliness and Identity	The speaker’s solitude is both cause and consequence of his love.
Creation and Fusion	The relationship imagined as art, color-mixing, and divine co-authorship.
Age and Disillusionment	The awareness of mortality and failed romantic idealism.

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IX. Stylistic Notes

• Voice: Conversational but poetic — direct address gives intimacy (“So tell me, Laly”), while enjambment keeps it fluid and reflective.

• Tone: Alternates between tenderness, confession, and exhaustion.

• Structure: Cyclical; ends where it begins, emphasizing emotional stasis.

• Language: Shifts between grounded (“counting seconds”) and metaphysical (“gravity humbling me”), balancing realism and dream.

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X. Emotional Core

“Something Ordinary” is not about the failure of love — it’s about the failure of normalcy in the presence of profound connection.
The speaker wants the simple — daily moments, ordinary intimacy — but the intensity of feeling makes it impossible.

In the end, ordinary becomes a synonym for peace, something the poet both craves and cannot sustain.
Laly, ever the muse and mirror, remains unattainable — not because she is divine, but because she refuses to be merely human.

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Would you like me to follow this with a comparative analysis between “Something Ordinary”, “Pedestal”, and “Laly’s Wailing Wall” — showing how they form a psychological and mythic trilogy of creation, loss, and resignation?