Sunday, May 16, 2010
"I don't know why nobody told you,
how to unfold you love."
"I don't know how you were inverted,
no one alerted you."
Thursday, May 6, 2010
An adult way past his time of youthfulness would get scared and worried at the sight of a child not acting like a child should. That time goes by so fast and innocence gets lost so quickly. A child should play and laugh and do cartwheels on play mats and sing in choirs and be happy. A child that would much rather sit at the grown-ups table discussing the importance of literacy in third world countries and watching the news every night instead of playing in the pool with the rest of the kids at age nine, is not normal. But this particular child did not care, she’d long ago ditched her sundress and last week she had taken her first bike ride alone to the park. Not that she went to the park to play, of course that would be absolutely preposterous. She simply brought along her journal where she would jot down her observations on the landscape and every tiny little thing she saw. Mostly doodles and words she’d seen before but didn’t exactly understand. It fascinated her to the point of no return. How could she ever have time to play when there were so many things to watch? She could watch birds flying across the skies, the sun shining upon freshly mown grass, leaves falling unexpectedly to the ground in autumn, and staring back at her mother’s angry face. The rest of the kids are over there. Her perfectly manicured nail was pointing at the other side of the park. I don’t care for the rest of the kids. Not that she was a bitter child harboring spite against her mother and the rest of the kids. She was perfectly content. She would have time to be a child later, when she finished watching and listening to every single thing Earth had, she would play. When that happened, her mother would be so very happy and she’d be so very happy also.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
"Well, I put so much thought into getting ready. Now I know that was the best part. It's so easy to get caught up in what I'm regretting."
(Also Known As: The Songs Put On Repeat This Week)
I've decided that since I basically change my mind on every single song each week and can't bear to post about a song that I used to love, but don't quite as love anymore today, I will post my weekly likings instead of picking random songs I've liked in the past. People get annoyed at my inability to leave my ipod on shuffle since I keep changing the song. Then, I wonder why I still have this song in my ipod since I don't really like to listen to it as much anymore. The answer is that perhaps this week I loathe it, and next week it'll be my favorite. I like to call it Musical Bipolarity.
This week, on Musical Bipolarity...
1. Fire Bomb - Rihanna
The lovers need to clear the road
Cause this thing is ready to blow
I just wanna set you on fire
So I wont have to burn alone
Then you'll know where
I'm coming from
As I probably mentioned before, I always try to find one song that might make a pop artist worth listening to. Firebomb is Rihanna's. The lyrics aren't very powerful but you can still see it. I really like the backing instruments and the feel to the song.
2. Gardenia - Mandy Moore
Well, I hear my own voice
Sounds so silly
Keep on telling my story all around
Everything I lost seems so different
Well, this is how everybody gets found
I always thought Mandy Moore had this cute but soulful voice. But I intensely disliked all of her albums. They were all some kind of overdone pop musical number. So that you can understand my suffering please care to listen to this. I would understand if your ears start bleeding and your eyes go blind. I think the music video sucks even more than the song. But anyway, Mandy Moore married Ryan Adams!!!!!!! If you do not know who he is, please find out now and look up any of his songs on youtube. He is epic. Mandy Moore started making good music as soon as she married this guy. And so she released "Wild Hope" and "Amanda Leigh" which are so good, it must be painful for her to remember the kind of music she made before.
3. Fly - Ludovico Einaudi
An instrumental. Just to sleep or read or relax. Breathtaking. The picture I get in my head when listening to this is a balloon going high up into the sky. Very, very good.
4. Your Hand In Mine - Explosions in the Sky
Another instrumental. Except it's a little more alternative and heavier than "Fly". I think they all tell a story even though they don't have any lyrics.
5. The Story - Brandi Carlile
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
Definitely my favorite this week. Sung with all the rage and all of her passion.
1. Merry Happy - Kate Nash
Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
Kate Nash was a recent discovery. So amazing. This could be the hymn to independence in my opinion.
2. Fifteen - Taylor Swift
When all you wanted was to be wanted
Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now
Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday
But I realized some bigger dreams of mine
I try to ignore most of the song because it really is overly cliche and the idea is completely unoriginal. But there are just a few lines that I think every teenage girl should hear.
It's not like you are going to marry him.
3. Bad Reputation - Joan Jett
Do I even need to write a description for this? You're living in the past, it's a new generation. It's Joan Jett.
4. If I Were A Boy - Beyonce
If I were a boy
Even just for a day
I’d roll outta bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted then go
Drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls
I’d kick it with who I wanted
And I’d never get confronted for it.
Cause they’d stick up for me.
5. What It Feels Like For A Girl - Madonna
Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
'Cause it's OK to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you'd love to know what it's like
What it feels like for a girl
Glee recently covered this one. It kind of sucked. It could have been good, but only guys were singing it, so it was... weird.
6. You Oughta Know - Alanis Morisette
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
I love Alanis Morisette. Jagged Little Pill is the best example of power to the women. I would write the rest of the awesome lyrics but they're a little R-rated. I also love the wail she does when she says "Here!" in the chorus. She rocks.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
When you listen to a song and you feel goosebumps because you get what it's telling you so clearly that you want to laugh and cry all at the same time?
When that song might not make sense the first time, but all the other times it is simply breathtaking?
When you wait for those few seconds into the song, just so you can pay closer attention to those words you'd been waiting to hear?
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years
It's not because I can relate this song to my life or anything. It was just right there waiting to be played at the exact right time and place. My latest obsession, I feel like I am insulting this song by calling it my latest, as if I'll have a new one next week. I probably will, but right now I am living in this one. I'm afraid to look up other songs by The National, they'll probably be disappointing next to this one.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
So I have come to the conclusion that I can divide my musical taste into two categories: The Working Out/Having Fun Playlist and The Good Music Playlist.
The Workout Playlist
I won't even bother analyzing the lyrics. They're all pretty generic.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
you're turning skin into a dirty secret
I watched the beauties, watched the fire
and the fire burn the beauty in their eyes
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned deep to dust
I hit you back
you gave a kick
I gave a slap
you smashed a plate
over my head
then I set fire to our bed
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna just curve away?
When it's such…
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I won't let the shadows take their toll.
I won't cover my head in the dark.
And I won't forget you when we part.
Tell me what you wanted to hear.
Let me do the right thing,
Let me do the wrong thing.
If it's ever this clear.
I will only say it once.
Just let me turn the amps way up,
So you can't hear a thing.
And if I die tonight,
Then I guess I die tonight.
Let me go on.
Just say what you wanted to say.
I cannot stand these talks, dear,
They only get us nowhere.
It's never resolved.
We only run around.
You always tell me anyone,
Could be just like me,
If it's different time and a different place to be.
You would go on.
Your body's shaking, and it's clear
You really need it, so let go
And let me beat it, but you know
Or a handshake in the doorway
I look at you and smile because I'm fine.
but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways,
taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Sunday, February 21, 2010
TOP THREE (AKA the ones I will insistently force people to listen to against their will):
My secrets for a buck.
Watch me as I cut myself wide open
on this stage.
Yes, I am paid
to spill my guts.
I won't see home till spring.
Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic,
but I am paid to make girls panic
while I sing.
We are quiet and losing control.
More Rock than Pop. And deep, not vain. Like most oh-i-am-a-super-rockstar-that-tours-across-the-country-and-have-groupies-on-the-backseat-of-my-van songs. And by the best band, ever. Seriously, like ever. My favorite band for as long as I've cared about music. The reason why I even care: Brand New. I'll remember to write only about them in one of these posts sometime.
You are the warmest part of the winter
When I was young I made a plan
That I would never break myself
Lift the shade and let some light in the room
We don't see the sun anymore
I've been told I gave my soul to live the days for someone else
"God, there is all there is"
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe
And all the gods and all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue
Blue lips, blue veins
He took a step but then felt tired
He said I'll rest a little while
But when he tried to walk again
He wasn't a child
And all the people hurried fast, real fast
And no one ever smiled
Monday, February 15, 2010
Throwing pebbles at windows, dancing in the rain in her best dress, it's 2 am, his beautiful eyes, a prince and a princess, etc..
This is a Taylor Swift post. To start, I'd like to state that I have Taylor Swift on my ipod. In fact, I'm pretty sure one of her songs is on my Top 25 Most Played. No, I do not dislike her. But I do have strong opinions on her music and how it is all the-freaking-same. It is all about boys, high school crushes, Romeo, her multiple boyfriends, etc.. Taylor Swift is a role-model to girls aged 10-16 approximately. And she is telling these girls that her whole teenage years revolved around boys and how to get them and stalking them and avenging them. It's ridiculous how the only thoughts she had during her teenage years (Taylor Swift is now twenty years old) weren't otherwise occupied by things other than boys she could've written songs about. How about her dreams of becoming a country-star? Or what inspired her to follow this dream? Or how one day she wanted to find the cure to cancer? But, no. Taylor Swift is tossing rocks at Stephen's door and waiting out there in the cold until he comes outside, kisses her senseless, realizes she is the girl of his dreams and *insert random chick-flick moment*. Not that it isn't awesome or normal to have crushes. It would be abnormal not to. It's ok when it's 1, 2, maybe 3 songs about the same thing, with the same lyrics, and the same sound. What's not cool, is a whole album that is the same. But, still, you can't not love Taylor Swift's cheesy and predictable songs, they are what made her Taylor Swift in her teens. But Taylor Swift is twenty.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I discovered Oceansize through my brother, who recommends to me all the time what he calls "good" music and whose taste ranges from Pink Floyd to Radiohead. In other words, my brother is not a big fan of Miley Cyrus, or her alter ego for that matter. My twelve year-old self found all the music her brother recommended to her, to be depressing and weird. And after months of forcing myself to listen to Thom Yorke's voice telling me he was a creep and some of their other wacky songs, I finally had it. I would not give in to my brother's musical taste, even if it meant "I had no culture" in his words. So I happily recommenced my obsession with happy and cheery pop songs. Not long after I turned thirteen, my brother sent one of his "DUDE! Check out this band! Now." emails. I had been steadily ignoring them for the past few months, but because of fate or reasons unknown , this one I did check out. And then, Oceansize entered my life. Recently I'd been evolving from pop, to pop-rock, to alternative rock, so maybe I was a bit more open to different sounds. But I still hadn't forgotten Thom Yorke's wailing voice, so I can't say I wasn't hesitant. But Savant changed it all.
Monday, February 8, 2010
"Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound."
Plans is Death Cab for Cutie's fifth studio album, sounding different compared to their previous album, Transatlanticism. Transatlanticism was Death Cab's first moderately successful record, and it marked the band's growing fanbase. To me, Transatlanticism was impossible to dethrone: the album was just the perfect compilation of beautiful verses complemented with the right sound, but when I finally listened to Plans, I realized I liked them both as much. I picked the songs that I liked the most and that I consider my personal favorites out of the album.
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident.
is a tiny prayer to father time.