Day One: My favorite song.
I had a hard time choosing something to classify as my favorite song. I have a lot of music that I really love. I have only a handful of songs that I have persistently loved. I ended up choosing a song that I keep coming back to, over and over, that has both meaning and comfort to me.
Love Spit Love - Am I Wrong.
It is a beautiful song. (Additionally, it comes from a superb movie.) The actual music aspect of the song is very well done (I believe the movie version is enhanced with drum and trumpet over the original version?). Then you actually get to the words.
there's too much
that i keep to myself
and i turn my back on my faith
it's like glass
when we break
i wish no one in my place
and i've seen
you don't need their seeds
when their dirt goes in deep
and i'm lost in sleep
i can't stay
in this place
I can't stand
When the room turns round
On my fate
You give no guarantees
There's no promise
I can keep
I can't stand
I can't see my way
I feel blind
On my feet
I can't stay too long
Am i wrong?
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
I'm so tired
Of my mood
And sleep comes
With a knife, fork and a spoon
You're so pale
In your face
You let life
Get in your way
And i've seen
You don't need their seeds
When their dirt goes in deep
And i'm lost in sleep
Am i wrong?
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
When I was much younger, my mother's best friend forever had a boyfriend, and all four of us would play cards biweekly. It was a great time. I was young but always very mature for my age. We got along famously. Then one day my mom and a different friend of hers picked me up from school unexpectedly. Turns out the boyfriend, whom I was half in love with myself, had committed suicide.
He was one of the most exuberant, fun people on the face of the planet. He came from a rather stifling family. When he called them, depressed and on the edge, they told him to buck up and they'd see him in two days. Well, that didn't turn out to be a good plan. At the funeral, they made every decision possible that had nothing to do with him. It felt like not only was he physically gone but they were trying to erase his true memory. So, I'm standing there in line for a glass of water at the post-service memorial and this song comes to my mind. The cd for it was actually in my disc player in my purse.
In the middle of a pretty nice bathroom, in a really nice church and mere yards away from this toxic family...myself, my mom and her bff were huddled around my earphones listening to this song. It was pretty fucked up, I'll admit, but so cathartic. It seemed relevant and, more to the point, like the first step in forgiving.
Love Spit Love - Am I Wrong.
It is a beautiful song. (Additionally, it comes from a superb movie.) The actual music aspect of the song is very well done (I believe the movie version is enhanced with drum and trumpet over the original version?). Then you actually get to the words.
there's too much
that i keep to myself
and i turn my back on my faith
it's like glass
when we break
i wish no one in my place
and i've seen
you don't need their seeds
when their dirt goes in deep
and i'm lost in sleep
i can't stay
in this place
I can't stand
When the room turns round
On my fate
You give no guarantees
There's no promise
I can keep
I can't stand
I can't see my way
I feel blind
On my feet
I can't stay too long
Am i wrong?
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
I'm so tired
Of my mood
And sleep comes
With a knife, fork and a spoon
You're so pale
In your face
You let life
Get in your way
And i've seen
You don't need their seeds
When their dirt goes in deep
And i'm lost in sleep
Am i wrong?
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
Goodbye, lay the blame on luck
When I was much younger, my mother's best friend forever had a boyfriend, and all four of us would play cards biweekly. It was a great time. I was young but always very mature for my age. We got along famously. Then one day my mom and a different friend of hers picked me up from school unexpectedly. Turns out the boyfriend, whom I was half in love with myself, had committed suicide.
He was one of the most exuberant, fun people on the face of the planet. He came from a rather stifling family. When he called them, depressed and on the edge, they told him to buck up and they'd see him in two days. Well, that didn't turn out to be a good plan. At the funeral, they made every decision possible that had nothing to do with him. It felt like not only was he physically gone but they were trying to erase his true memory. So, I'm standing there in line for a glass of water at the post-service memorial and this song comes to my mind. The cd for it was actually in my disc player in my purse.
In the middle of a pretty nice bathroom, in a really nice church and mere yards away from this toxic family...myself, my mom and her bff were huddled around my earphones listening to this song. It was pretty fucked up, I'll admit, but so cathartic. It seemed relevant and, more to the point, like the first step in forgiving.