I tried to tell you before I left
But I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tense
We need to feel breathless with love
And not collapse under its weight
I’m gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with everything I’ve lost – It’s Beginning to Get to Me – Snow Patrol
I am completely head over heels for the band Snow Patrol. They are a new discovery for me, but they’ve been around for a while. I’ve apparently just been underneath the motherhood rock again and didn’t notice them until recently when the lovely D introduced me to them.
As I was listening to one of their albums yesterday on the way to meet K for lunch it dawned on me why I love them so much. Because I’ve finally found a band that rivals my own inner sense of romanticism. I mean these guys are a bunch of hopeless romantics just like me. And unlike a lot of other bands/artists/authors who stray into romantic arenas, they have no trace of cynicism or regret or judgment about their romantic natures. And that is utterly refreshing. I mean there is sadness in their lyrics. Sorrow for the loss of someone dear. But that doesn’t take away from any of the heartfelt things they sing about. Their songs are just so poetically sweet. And I love that.
I have spent most of my life hiding/dumbing down/wishing away/disowning/ignoring my own over the top romantic nature. Wishing that I didn’t blush at the drop of a hat. Pretending that I just didn’t care all that much. But as I’ve well documented here, I make the same wish on the first star every night and I was laying on my trampoline fervently wishing for the Goblin King to take me away after seeing Labyrinth and I’m so obsessed with the Twilight Saga because of how rooted in romance and love the whole silly thing is.
I think I was born in the wrong era. I should belong to an era where there is courtship and chivalry and blushing means you’re doing something right. Oh well, maybe next lifetime.
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
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9/29/09
1/4/09
Lyrics
Doing the one word progression yesterday with dearest H had me remembering today when I was younger and set about my first foray into word play.
I’ve always been drawn to words and in awe of people who can use them to tell stories, or express emotion in some profound way. My first real awareness of words came through song I think. Some of my earliest, and best, memories are of sitting in the back of my parents’ car listening to music on whatever road trip we happened to be on at any given time. The Beatles, The Who, Dire Straits, David Bowie, The Rolling Stones and Creedence Clearwater Revival were the ones I looked forward to most.
As I got a bit older I used to fall asleep every night listening to the small radio my parents had given me one Christmas. When I was in elementary school and fully immersed in my first real crush, I knew that there were things I wanted to say to this boy and had no idea where to begin. As I lay, balancing on the edge of sleep, one night listening to the Top 40 Countdown, an idea struck me.
The next day I sat with paper and pen and my radio listening for the words that were being crooned so effortlessly by bands and singers that I could not put together myself. What I ended up with was a love letter comprised of lyrics from my favorite songs. I signed my name to the end and gave it to the boy sheepishly.
He didn’t really get it of course. Who would at the ripe age of 9 or 10? I just remember feeling like I had finally figured out a way to convey my feelings to this boy who made my heart race. It didn’t really matter if they were borrowed or stolen words or lines. I had constructed them in such a way that delivered a potent message of early adoration.
I still look to my favorite songs to detail my emotion when I am without the perfect sentiment. It’s an amazing thing to hear someone else sing your love, or heartbreak, anger or joy.
I’ve always been drawn to words and in awe of people who can use them to tell stories, or express emotion in some profound way. My first real awareness of words came through song I think. Some of my earliest, and best, memories are of sitting in the back of my parents’ car listening to music on whatever road trip we happened to be on at any given time. The Beatles, The Who, Dire Straits, David Bowie, The Rolling Stones and Creedence Clearwater Revival were the ones I looked forward to most.
As I got a bit older I used to fall asleep every night listening to the small radio my parents had given me one Christmas. When I was in elementary school and fully immersed in my first real crush, I knew that there were things I wanted to say to this boy and had no idea where to begin. As I lay, balancing on the edge of sleep, one night listening to the Top 40 Countdown, an idea struck me.
The next day I sat with paper and pen and my radio listening for the words that were being crooned so effortlessly by bands and singers that I could not put together myself. What I ended up with was a love letter comprised of lyrics from my favorite songs. I signed my name to the end and gave it to the boy sheepishly.
He didn’t really get it of course. Who would at the ripe age of 9 or 10? I just remember feeling like I had finally figured out a way to convey my feelings to this boy who made my heart race. It didn’t really matter if they were borrowed or stolen words or lines. I had constructed them in such a way that delivered a potent message of early adoration.
I still look to my favorite songs to detail my emotion when I am without the perfect sentiment. It’s an amazing thing to hear someone else sing your love, or heartbreak, anger or joy.