Beautiful Stranger
I'm staring at the wall again. I sort of gained that habit, I do it while listening to music, mostly. You know, I sort of stare, listen and think of nothing, something, anything. But mostly nothing.
I just had the urge to explain myself somehow, about my apparent addiction to all things musical. It's like some people like modern art, and I just enjoy music. Not that I comprehend the pleasure that Modern Art would [in theory] give you. When I hear something, something beautiful like, donno, the best song off Heathen Chemistry (little by little) I really listen, and it sort of sends shivers down my spine, and while I listen to it, my mind sort of makes the song into a puzzle, piecing everything together again, the lyrics, bass line, lead guitar. And that, I think is what makes me think of something as a good song. Like if the pieces don't fit, I get figety, and can't listen. But not to get off topic. I'm one of those people who need only one listen to know the melody; noticing the words, not only as words, but as a piece of someones time, or something. I also sort of notice how singers articulate certain words, (Pete has this strange 'k') and I sort of get an insite to them at that point. What I mean to say is, there is this inexplainable high I get onto when listening to something good, it makes me smile, it makes me hum the song, it makes me want to scream out the lyrics. When we are in the car, I'm one of those people who can't help singing along. And when it gets too embarrassing, I sort of internaly mouth them. And thats why I like music so much. Only a song can do that to me, and I just want it to be permanently so, I want it to last forever.
Stop It.
Stop It.
Stop It.
STOP IT.
I said Stop Laughing.
Bastard.
I just had the urge to explain myself somehow, about my apparent addiction to all things musical. It's like some people like modern art, and I just enjoy music. Not that I comprehend the pleasure that Modern Art would [in theory] give you. When I hear something, something beautiful like, donno, the best song off Heathen Chemistry (little by little) I really listen, and it sort of sends shivers down my spine, and while I listen to it, my mind sort of makes the song into a puzzle, piecing everything together again, the lyrics, bass line, lead guitar. And that, I think is what makes me think of something as a good song. Like if the pieces don't fit, I get figety, and can't listen. But not to get off topic. I'm one of those people who need only one listen to know the melody; noticing the words, not only as words, but as a piece of someones time, or something. I also sort of notice how singers articulate certain words, (Pete has this strange 'k') and I sort of get an insite to them at that point. What I mean to say is, there is this inexplainable high I get onto when listening to something good, it makes me smile, it makes me hum the song, it makes me want to scream out the lyrics. When we are in the car, I'm one of those people who can't help singing along. And when it gets too embarrassing, I sort of internaly mouth them. And thats why I like music so much. Only a song can do that to me, and I just want it to be permanently so, I want it to last forever.
Stop It.
Stop It.
Stop It.
STOP IT.
I said Stop Laughing.
Bastard.