my friend has severe depression, I asked him what he liked, hoping to find something i can use to make him feel better, he mentioned this guy, i listened to this very video seconds after he mentioned, i really love this, so Shane, you got one more sub
I Love it.. Even though . I'm not that deep kind of person i always appreciate this. Because i can play with mywords.it inspires me to make meanings out of everything.. tragedy, romance, comedy, slice of life . Etcc.. How they symbolize everything.. i love it..
Jordan Paz, i'm in love with you, i always will be. i remember when you sent me this, how it made you think of me, now i think of you, almost every second of the day, its been 3 years and you're still what i think about, i think about you with my heart. you're still 2,760 miles away from me, from each other. but i do know that one day, we will meet, i don't know when, i don't know where. But wherever it is i know, i do truly know, it's right. And I will always think about you when this plays. I think about tomatoes, i think of you.
Lyrics: People always ask me, "How do you memorize all of that?" And the truth is, the first girl I've ever kissed tasted like tomatoes. I know this because the second girl I've ever kissed tasted like pepper. It wasn't unpleasant... it's just, I was expecting tomatoes. When I was a kid I learned that time slows near a black hole. Inside a black hole, time stops all together. Wether or not this theory will ever be proved I've moved to believe this would be the perfect place to love someone. In grade 4 my gym teacher gave me the nickname half-ton. It was a name that stuck. I remember it because it was the first time I ever told someone go f*ck yourself, and meant it. He quit calling me the name after he called my house trying to get me in trouble for what I said, to which my grandmother replied: "Mr shithead, I told him to say it" I remember my grandfather's blue toolkit where he had secret stash of raisins. I recall thinking: "My granddad has the worst taste in candy", but he did teach me how to tie a tie. My first opportunity to apply this knowledge was my first date, a seventh grade classmate maybe should have worn acid-washed jeans and a Def leopard t-shirt, but I wore a suit and a tie. When she asked why was I all dressed up I had to think quickly and told her: "I thought it'd be funny" I don't wanna say it ended badly but she wound up leaving me for a boy who could make farting noises with his armpit. I'm forced to admit, it was pretty cool. In forth grade my teacher had a rule about speaking out of turn. Failure to learn and practice this lesson resulted in having to sit outside. I know this because I tried it once but when she finally came to check on me she asked: "what was so important that it couldn't wait" Knowing that it's rude to point but needing to illustrate my position I gestured to her chest and said: "your boob is hanging out" She quickly covered up and corrected me. Yes... she was a good teacher. When I was 12 I was given an academic diagnostics test. The instructor later informed me I had an aptitude for history. He looked puzzled when I replied: "yeah, but that was yesterday. Today I'm more interested in tomorrow." I remember it because the next day I asked a girl if I could borrow her a pen. When I offered it back she said: "you should write me a letter with it first". So I did. I wrote her a note which the teacher then intercepted and read to the class. It was something we'd learned in science that day: By the way gravity affects mass and weight in relation of how quickly something would fall. For example, a crumpled ball of paper will fall at the same speed as a chunk of granite. It doesn't matter how much something weighs, it stays the same until you consider surface area and resistance, at which point the persistence of gravity losses force. For example; a couple of pieces of paper into a ball will fall more quickly than a loose sheet. They're both composed of the same mass and weight so you'd think that the rate of velocity measured for the force of gravity would cause each to fall at the same speed, but that's when you need to consider the greater surface the loose sheet adds resistence, so the crumpled ball will fall quickly and the loose sheet will slowly float. I wrote a note saying when two people fall in love, they do so at the same speed. There's no need to factor in the physics... Explanations or something we can make no use of. Einstein once wrote: "Gravity will not be held responsible for people falling in love." I wrote a note saying: "If I fall in love with you, no one will ever be able to explain it, and I think that's beautiful." Despite the class laughing sheeted as well, which is how I can tell you that I then knew and now still know... She tasted like tomatoes. I don't remember the way every song goes. I can't recall every person I've ever met. I get names mixed up all the time. I'm terrible with birthdays. But I remember all the ways people have affected me. How our stories became memories and if you were brazen enough to make one with me then you're in there somewhere. Maybe it was a truth or dare kiss or a simple act of kindness. One that reminded me to remember the moment and mark it as a memory so I could have it to look back on from this life. I've drawn conclusions so big they can't fit into the tiny comic book boxes, because I don't want to risk losing the details just so I can make the story fit. It's not a trick. I remember how things felt, which in turn makes me remember how things happened... That my first attempt at skateboarding when I received it down to the bone skinned knee. I remember a tree that looked like a man, huge arms, trying to hold up the sky. I used to try to climb it to the top until, one day I did, and couldn't get down. I remember the man with the brown car tried to convince me he was sent to pick me up by my mom. Number one, I lived with my grandparents. Number two, you didn't know the safety word. I recall it finally occurred to me... I'm pretty fantastic. It's not magic. I remember it because I make comparisons, and not in terms of better or worse, just different. And not all of these memories are great but they're mine, which lends weight to the believe that none of our lives are put together on an assembly line. We're not prepackaged with emotions or programmed with stories. We have to make our own and they all come with batteries not included. And with the endless opportunities we have daily, seldom do we take the time necessary to pause. To stop. To record, rewind, and press play. In our own way we are all guetto blasters atop volume. We consume slience with noise. Speakers pounding at our heartbeats as we write refund receipts for the broken eardrums of people who hear us live. We give of ourselves time, precious because its quality is limited only by your ability to live within it. Put yourself in every second of every minute and you will have a life worth remembering. Just because we don't have forever doesn't mean we have to move towards the end, is about a conveyor belt I felt nothing but astonished people ask me: "How do you memorized all that?" That is... It's not a trick. There's no thick curtain you need to pull away. No little old man making it all worth behind a locked door. You yourself probably remember before when I told you that near a black hole... Time slows. Inside a black hole, is where I wanted to grow tomatoes. I tried my best but feel free to correct me if there are any mistakes! :)
Thank you a lot for the transcript. Did not catch the grandma's reply to the teacher. I think the following two lines are slightly off: "your boob is hanging out" She quickly covered up and corrected me. Yes... she was a good teacher. -> "your boob is hanging out" She quickly covered up and corrected me: "Breast"... she was a good teacher. "My first opportunity to apply this knowledge was my first day, a seventh grade class may have should have worn acid wash jeans and a death leather t-shirt" -> My first opportunity to apply this knowledge was my first date, a seventh grade classmate, maybe should have worn acid-washed jeans and a Def Leppard t-shirt
My first kiss tasted like mint ice cream we had shared ice cream earlier that day her lips were soft and she seemed to have more freckles than the night sky. later that week her parents got divorced and she went to live with her dad. I haven't seen her since.
waisehell No need to get passive aggressive -- just don't like your version but that's just my opinion. Didn't mean to offend. I found it on Spotify, thank you! :)
Lonwabo Njeje Haha that was my reaction too... I'm surprised waisehell is a Shane Kocyzan fan, no need to be negative. This a poet with optimistic messages. Chill 😎
No, it's still loud on the computer for me. It's probably because I liked another video that had no music at all, but that video got deleted and the next best one was this one.
+waisehell Using my laptop speakers, television speakers, a pair of SoundMagic in-ear earphones, a set of Beats headphones, and a connecting it to a Sony speaker system, I can assure you that the backing track is definitely overpowering the vocal track. Of course, *it comes down to personal preference*, and +SheWhoShallNotBeNamed as well as myself are not too pumped about it :P Nothing wrong with your speakers/headphones
this is my favorite shane koyczan poem
Seriously? Listen to "For Instance"
Jago 435 lmao I've already listened to all of Shane's poems this is still my favorite don't judge me
agree
This is too beautiful.
Thank u 4 ur poems! I am 60yrs. Old & live alone with no children or family and u keep me ALIVE! THANK YOU KID THANK YOU!💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙😘😘😘😘😘😘😘💯💯💯
my friend has severe depression, I asked him what he liked, hoping to find something i can use to make him feel better, he mentioned this guy, i listened to this very video seconds after he mentioned, i really love this, so Shane, you got one more sub
I can hear the poem itself just fine with the music. I honestly don't know what the problem is for others.
@Marten Dekker it doesnt bother me neither.
my first kiss tasted like a Shane Koyczan poem
deep. i love it
This was such a trip. I love it. How does he remember all this :P
i love this guy so much tbh
I love this
Nice science lesson
I Love it..
Even though .
I'm not that deep kind of person i always appreciate this. Because i can play with mywords.it inspires me to make meanings out of everything.. tragedy, romance, comedy, slice of life . Etcc..
How they symbolize everything.. i love it..
Jordan Paz, i'm in love with you, i always will be. i remember when you sent me this, how it made you think of me, now i think of you, almost every second of the day, its been 3 years and you're still what i think about, i think about you with my heart. you're still 2,760 miles away from me, from each other. but i do know that one day, we will meet, i don't know when, i don't know where. But wherever it is i know, i do truly know, it's right. And I will always think about you when this plays. I think about tomatoes, i think of you.
My first kiss tasted like beer and potato chips 😢
Taught me more than my science teacher did
My first kiss was awkward I went closed mouthed she did not. the only time in my life I've felt like an icecream cone.
Thats the best to describe how you felt
i wonder if it's all true. it's very beautiful sadly I'm now just hearing this?
Lyrics:
People always ask me,
"How do you memorize all of that?"
And the truth is,
the first girl I've ever kissed
tasted like tomatoes.
I know this because
the second girl I've ever kissed
tasted like pepper.
It wasn't unpleasant... it's just,
I was expecting tomatoes.
When I was a kid
I learned that time slows
near a black hole.
Inside a black hole,
time stops all together.
Wether or not this theory
will ever be proved
I've moved to believe
this would be the perfect
place to love someone.
In grade 4 my gym teacher
gave me the nickname half-ton.
It was a name that stuck.
I remember it because it was
the first time I ever told someone
go f*ck yourself, and meant it.
He quit calling me the name
after he called my house
trying to get me in trouble
for what I said,
to which my grandmother replied:
"Mr shithead, I told him to say it"
I remember my grandfather's
blue toolkit where he had secret
stash of raisins.
I recall thinking: "My granddad
has the worst taste in candy",
but he did teach me
how to tie a tie.
My first opportunity
to apply this knowledge
was my first date,
a seventh grade classmate
maybe should have worn
acid-washed jeans and a
Def leopard t-shirt,
but I wore a suit and a tie.
When she asked
why was I all dressed up
I had to think quickly
and told her:
"I thought it'd be funny"
I don't wanna say it ended badly
but she wound up leaving me
for a boy who could make
farting noises with his armpit.
I'm forced to admit,
it was pretty cool.
In forth grade my teacher
had a rule about
speaking out of turn.
Failure to learn and
practice this lesson
resulted in having
to sit outside.
I know this because
I tried it once
but when she finally
came to check on me
she asked:
"what was so important
that it couldn't wait"
Knowing that it's rude to point
but needing to illustrate
my position I gestured to
her chest and said:
"your boob is hanging out"
She quickly covered up and
corrected me.
Yes... she was a good teacher.
When I was 12 I was given
an academic diagnostics test.
The instructor later informed me
I had an aptitude for history.
He looked puzzled when
I replied: "yeah, but that was
yesterday. Today I'm more
interested in tomorrow."
I remember it because
the next day I asked a girl
if I could borrow her a pen.
When I offered it back she said:
"you should write me a letter
with it first". So I did.
I wrote her a note which
the teacher then intercepted
and read to the class.
It was something we'd learned
in science that day:
By the way gravity affects
mass and weight in relation
of how quickly something
would fall.
For example, a crumpled
ball of paper will fall at the
same speed as a chunk of
granite. It doesn't matter
how much something
weighs, it stays the same
until you consider surface
area and resistance, at which
point the persistence of
gravity losses force.
For example; a couple of
pieces of paper into a ball
will fall more quickly than
a loose sheet.
They're both composed of
the same mass and weight
so you'd think that the rate
of velocity measured for the
force of gravity would cause
each to fall at the same speed,
but that's when you need to
consider the greater surface
the loose sheet adds
resistence, so the crumpled
ball will fall quickly and the
loose sheet will slowly float.
I wrote a note saying when
two people fall in love,
they do so at the same speed.
There's no need to factor in the
physics... Explanations or
something we can make
no use of.
Einstein once wrote:
"Gravity will not be held
responsible for people
falling in love."
I wrote a note saying:
"If I fall in love with you,
no one will ever be able
to explain it, and I think
that's beautiful."
Despite the class laughing
sheeted as well, which is
how I can tell you that
I then knew and now still
know...
She tasted like tomatoes.
I don't remember the way
every song goes.
I can't recall every person
I've ever met.
I get names mixed up all
the time.
I'm terrible with birthdays.
But I remember all the ways
people have affected me.
How our stories became
memories and if you were
brazen enough to make
one with me then you're
in there somewhere.
Maybe it was a truth or dare
kiss or a simple act of
kindness. One that reminded
me to remember the moment
and mark it as a memory
so I could have it to look
back on from this life.
I've drawn conclusions
so big they can't fit into
the tiny comic book
boxes, because I don't
want to risk losing the
details just so I can
make the story fit.
It's not a trick.
I remember how things
felt, which in turn makes
me remember how things
happened...
That my first attempt at
skateboarding when I
received it down to the
bone skinned knee.
I remember a tree that
looked like a man, huge
arms, trying to hold up
the sky.
I used to try to climb it
to the top until, one day
I did, and couldn't get
down.
I remember the man with
the brown car tried to
convince me he was sent
to pick me up by my mom.
Number one, I lived with
my grandparents.
Number two, you didn't know
the safety word.
I recall it finally occurred to
me... I'm pretty fantastic.
It's not magic.
I remember it because I
make comparisons, and not
in terms of better or worse,
just different.
And not all of these memories
are great but they're mine,
which lends weight to the
believe that none of our lives
are put together on an
assembly line.
We're not prepackaged with
emotions or programmed
with stories. We have to make
our own and they all come with
batteries not included.
And with the endless
opportunities we have daily,
seldom do we take the time
necessary to pause.
To stop.
To record, rewind, and press
play.
In our own way we are all
guetto blasters atop volume.
We consume slience with
noise.
Speakers pounding at our
heartbeats as we write
refund receipts for the
broken eardrums of
people who hear us live.
We give of ourselves
time, precious because its
quality is limited only
by your ability to live
within it.
Put yourself in every
second of every minute
and you will have a life
worth remembering.
Just because we don't
have forever doesn't mean
we have to move towards
the end, is about a conveyor
belt I felt nothing but
astonished people ask me:
"How do you memorized all that?"
That is... It's not a trick.
There's no thick curtain
you need to pull away.
No little old man making
it all worth behind a
locked door.
You yourself probably
remember before when I
told you that near a black
hole...
Time slows.
Inside a black hole, is where
I wanted to grow tomatoes.
I tried my best but feel free to correct me if there are any mistakes! :)
Thank you a lot for the transcript. Did not catch the grandma's reply to the teacher.
I think the following two lines are slightly off:
"your boob is hanging out" She quickly covered up and corrected me. Yes... she was a good teacher.
-> "your boob is hanging out" She quickly covered up and corrected me: "Breast"... she was a good teacher.
"My first opportunity to apply this knowledge was my first day, a seventh grade class may have should have worn acid wash jeans and a death leather t-shirt"
-> My first opportunity to apply this knowledge was my first date, a seventh grade classmate, maybe should have worn acid-washed jeans and a Def Leppard t-shirt
@@patrickohm5123 Thank you! English isn’t my first language so I didn’t catch well some parts. I’m gonna add those changes now :)
Anyone know where the original poem is? The one without the music where you can actually hear the poem?
a different album titled 'shut up and say something'
It's on Spotify :)
Wow, I love this
i love that scienve lesson
i love you isabella jensen
i gave a girl a note I don't know what she did with it though
Assassin Creed
Never forget that love is meaningless if there is no pain, and pointless if acquired so easily, friend, my best of luck to you!
My first kiss was with my best friend, it was at a sleep over, I don’t remember what she tasted like but I do remember wanting to keep kissing her
Ayee.
Aye buddy!!!
Aye mates!!
Мустафа HellYea you're amazing buddy
music name which start 1:00
+Gaurav Tomar composed specially for this album
+waisehell can i find the music without his voice?
Gaurav Tomar unfortunately, no.
sad. anyways thanks!
this is the only song that i can listen to thats 6mins long
My first kiss tasted like mint ice cream we had shared ice cream earlier that day her lips were soft and she seemed to have more freckles than the night sky. later that week her parents got divorced and she went to live with her dad. I haven't seen her since.
Any one still here in 2020?
The music make this more powerful..
Man the music KILLS it (in a bad way) whose idea was this???????
You can find the original on Spotify btw
wow the likes equal 911
such a unique moment in history
I honestly liked his original version better. The music is so loud on this one , and it just isn’t the same man. Very disappointed.
Steph BArnan I agree
Steph BArnan Btw the original is on Spotify :)
Fuck offf. :)
Someone sat and spent time on this for your entertainment. Be grateful, even if it isn't the best, keep it to yourself. I like this version
Does anyone know we can listen to a version of this without the music? Its overpowering his voice.
you can look up live versions on yt, or you can concentrate on enhancing ur perception skills
"shut up and say something" is the album
there is no 'shut up and dance'
it's 'shut up and say something'
waisehell No need to get passive aggressive -- just don't like your version but that's just my opinion. Didn't mean to offend. I found it on Spotify, thank you! :)
Lonwabo Njeje Haha that was my reaction too... I'm surprised waisehell is a Shane Kocyzan fan, no need to be negative. This a poet with optimistic messages. Chill 😎
The music is so loud, I can't even hear Shane.
+SheWhoShallNotBeNamed you're in need of better speakers/headphones. I think they did a great job on the mix.
No, it's still loud on the computer for me. It's probably because I liked another video that had no music at all, but that video got deleted and the next best one was this one.
+waisehell Using my laptop speakers, television speakers, a pair of SoundMagic in-ear earphones, a set of Beats headphones, and a connecting it to a Sony speaker system, I can assure you that the backing track is definitely overpowering the vocal track. Of course, *it comes down to personal preference*, and +SheWhoShallNotBeNamed as well as myself are not too pumped about it :P Nothing wrong with your speakers/headphones
yeah it is a little to loud
Turn on captions, you would be able to comprehend it better
the music literally sucks the life out of this oof
I really dont see what you guys are talking about.
Can't stand the equalizer of the music vs vocals ruining this poem
I love his poems, but I really hate how loud the musik is over his word...
How are people enjoying this vid with the song in the back??????????
maybe because it goes along with shane's voice/intonation/theme??
I agree the music takes away from the poem. I like the original because his words can stand on their own. You can find it on Spotify btw!
It goes with his poem..
do you dislike the poetry so much that you feel the need to put loud music over it?
This is an official release.
@@waisehell Perplexing but useful to know, thank you.
Not a fan of the music selection. At least turn it down.
This is an official release by Shane. It can't be turned down...