Well this is a song I never wanted to write, but had that knowledge inside me that completion would only occur with the way I put most articles of my life to rest. With lyrics and a melody
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Even a song about a frivolous thing can let the writer's heart out, if looked at in the right way. Most people are too lazy to look at them such, though. (Didn't we talk about that yesterday? heh)
I'm trying to figure out whether this one's about a past lover, or a past friend.. It could be either, to me, really. Either way, I can almost put a tune to the lyrics just by the flow of them.
Just get yourself through that contest to so can hear some of these tunes, yeah?
The song is actually about a father. One who left when I was very very young. Most people assume it's the "past lover" theme....but the line in the song very early on gives it away.
"You didn't want us then...how very typical of you now"
Which is painful for me. I was 2, my younger brother had just been born and my biological father threw us into the streets with not even a diaper to change Lance with. My mother, was only 18. It speaks volumes about the triumph of her spirit. My mother died only months before she was to turn 30, and she never lived to see the horror that the world has learned to create. My biological father returned the day of her funeral. A great man acknowledges his shortfalls. He was just a man, who blamed the dead. She is my hero. This song is about living her memory and her pride, just as much as it is about my pain and anguish. I'm 22 years of age, and 20 years has done nothing to quell my despair. How arrogant of me....to assume that time can heal wounds.
Well, see? I got it wrong.. But that, if nothing else, is a good reason to write a song. Time can only heal wounds if you actively let it.. For some wounds/people, that's harder.
Ugliness can spawn beauty...jeremycApril 23 2002, 12:46:47 UTC
I follow the belief that from within the ugliest of things can be born the most beautiful of things. In many cases, I think the beauty of struggle is witnessed through one's attempt at self-expression. I am not an art-history scholar, but I have noticed that some of the most amazing artistic movements (the Renaissance,even the 60's - that kind of stuff) came when the world saw a tremendous amount of stuggle. That is on the macro scale (cultures and societies), but on the mico scale (me, you, him, her, etc) I think the same is true. I have never felt more inspired, thought provoked, curious, explorative and expressive as I did when my life was buried deep within a struggle or ten - although, I can say that I have never endured such a struggle as losing a single mother (or any mother at that) and having an irresponisble coward as a father (sorry, I hope that isn't too judgemental of a thing to say
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I'm trying to figure out whether this one's about a past lover, or a past friend.. It could be either, to me, really. Either way, I can almost put a tune to the lyrics just by the flow of them.
Just get yourself through that contest to so can hear some of these tunes, yeah?
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"You didn't want us then...how very typical of you now"
Which is painful for me. I was 2, my younger brother had just been born and my biological father threw us into the streets with not even a diaper to change Lance with. My mother, was only 18. It speaks volumes about the triumph of her spirit. My mother died only months before she was to turn 30, and she never lived to see the horror that the world has learned to create. My biological father returned the day of her funeral. A great man acknowledges his shortfalls. He was just a man, who blamed the dead. She is my hero. This song is about living her memory and her pride, just as much as it is about my pain and anguish. I'm 22 years of age, and 20 years has done nothing to quell my despair. How arrogant of me....to assume that time can heal wounds.
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