Some people never actually listen to or comprehend the lyrics that an artist is trying to convey. Sure you learn a song and you can sing it, but do you ever really look at and/or listen to the lyrics as they were written? The meaning behind them. All songs, well most of them I should say, are written because the artist wants to convey something...sometimes about a past or current love, sometimes about family, sometimes about love in general, sometimes about pain and sorrow and sometimes about silly and frivolous things. To me, it is poetry. I love the written word and besides books and blogs, I love to write poetry. I have done it for so many years and have an entire collection of poems I have written. A few of those poems were published and I actually had offers from songwriters to turn them into songs, which was super flattering.
Because I am a person that takes everything to mean something and a person of great life passion, if I send a song to a friend or lover it is because the lyrics remind me of us or our current situation. I can't tell you how many times I have said, "Hey listen to (insert song here) because it reminds me of (insert situation here) and I think you will love it," only to realize later that it fell on deaf ears. I don't get upset about it because I figure it is their loss, however I wish more people took the time to really understand why they like the songs they like and then look up the lyrics and know the artists' intentions. It can really change the meaning of the song for a person.
There is a song by a group I love called BOY, made up of only two young, lesbian women and I just adore their music. It is called, "Little Numbers," and it reminds me of someone in my life right now so I listen to it a lot. The lyrics are:
Waited for your call, for the
moon
To release me from
the longest afternoon
I've re-arranged
parts of my living room
But time is hard to
kill since I met you
Looking at the cars
that drive on by
While spring is
making promise outside
Red cars are quite
rare I realize
Then I wonder which
color you like
Seven little numbers
baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers
baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all
the pretty things that we could be
Woo-oh, oh-oh, I
feel you in every heart beat
Woo-oh, oh-oh, were
you ever in a dream that could come true
These numbers could
be lucky for you
Watch the sky change
to a darkened blue
I can't think of
another thing to do
And every song just
makes me think of you
Because the singers
sounds as if she was longing,
As if she was
longing, too
Seven little numbers
baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers
baby, I know yours by heart
Seven little numbers
baby, they could make a change
Seven little numbers
baby, make a fire out of this flame
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all
the pretty things that we could be
Woo-oh, oh-oh, I
feel you in every heart beat
Woo-oh, oh-oh, were
you ever in a dream that could come true
These numbers could
be lucky for you
I read your name on
every wall, on every wall, tell me
Is there a cure for
me at all, for me at all, tell me
I read your name on
every wall, on every wall, tell me
Is there a cure for
me at all, for me at all
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all
the pretty things that we could be
Woo-oh, oh-oh, I
feel you in every heart beat
Woo-oh, oh-oh, were
you ever in a dream that could come true
These numbers could
be lucky for you
Woo-oh, oh-oh
Woo-oh, oh-oh
Woo-oh, oh-oh
These numbers could
be lucky
These numbers could
be lucky for you
I also love their song, "Drive Darling Drive," which makes me think of a friend of mine who loves to drive and go on trips as much as I do. This song always makes me think of her as it is a metaphor for life and how we move through change (at least that is what it means to me):
You close the door
and start the motor
I roll the window
down
I raise my hand and
wave goodbye
To neighborhood
queens and clowns and
Children in the
front yards
They hide and seek
and laugh
I can almost hear
you thinking
How could these days
go by so fast
And no rear view
could picture
What we leave
behind
Drive darling, drive
darling,
Drive darling, drive
darling, drive
A silent
conversation
No words cause
there's no need
We let the tapes mix
up the years
And press repeat and
press repeat
The trunk is filled
with records
And books and tears
and clothes
I'm smiling on the
surface
I'm scared as hell
below
And no rear view
could picture
What we leave
behind
Drive darling, drive
darling,
Drive darling, drive
darling, drive
Good morning
freedom
Good night
lullabies
Drive darling, drive
darling,
Drive darling, drive
darling, drive
And when we
arrive
The hardest of
goodbyes
You will dry my
eyes
Somehow you're
always by my side
The one who holds my
kite
And watches over all
my flights
[x2]
And no rear view
could picture
What we leave
behind
Drive darling, drive
darling,
Drive darling, drive
darling, drive
One of my favorite things to do after a particularly stressful day (which, since I have become much more positive are few and far between), is to put on my headphones, pull up the mix I have worked on for such a long time, and go out for a three-mile walk. I feel as though it sets life to music, as though everyone around me, people in cars, in the park, out for walks and those running past me...are a part of the musical resonating from my headphones as I pass them by. I smile at everyone I meet, I find such joy in the scent of the fresh, clean, mountain air, I bask in the gorgeous scenery that is nature and I feel the tension start to melt almost immediately. At that moment, all there is is life and the joy I find in it, thanks to those beautifully written songs.
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