Lighter note

So I don't know what exactly I'm writing here... But all I know is that there's a light inside of me that wants to be recognized. I'm not always so... serious as I have been in the last two posts.... : D I mean, I really appreciate those posts, they were necessary steps that I had to experience in order to become more true to who I am.

But yeah, here is the commentary to the first few songs on my playlist and little snippets of the songs.

And I only offer it as commentary 'cause idk how the little paragraphs stand on their own sooo.... : P




"Are we human or are we denser?" "Human" the Killers

So.. light is everywhere. Strobe lights. They cut through the dark in great swooping arcs. Dozens of people. All in black cotton All jumping in the light. All feeling their hearts coalesce into the music.



"You became the light on the dark side of me" "Kiss from the Rose" Seal

A sea. Grey with storm. Wind lashing the surf. A great cliff face. Pale rocks crumbling into the sea. Lightening. Thunder shaking the ground. Don't you just love that harmony?? Oh the wind and the rain and the waves. Movement all around. Passion swimming in the air creates electricity. Harmony. Love, sadness, passion. Grief stronger than any known before. A silence. The eye of the storm. One last bolt of lightening not a hundred feet away. Build. Grow, expand. The eye has past. Power, strength. Passion. All is passion and action and beauty and love and hope. Love and hope. Light and glory. Passion. (Not disgusting passion.) A single drop. The last. One last gust of air.



"And I long to smell the sea." "A beginning" the Classic Crime

The seeeaaayeah. Wind. A soft beach. Pale sand. A soft sun rise. A couple under blankets. "comin' home to you" A gust travels over tree tops. Tree tops that stretch up to a hundred feet for the world to see. A little wooden box with a tag. A soft touch. Silent tears. "I let her go." A past. A future. The unknown. The bittersweet and the triumphant. Glory and comfort. Being settled... Coming home. So long it has been. Come home, and let me go. It'll be alright. It is already that way.. A bed side table. It will be locked........ home.



"You know it aint easy." "Sideways" citizen cope

A daffodil. Withering into the sunlight. A field of wheat. A soft breeze. A girl. A simple cotton dress stands in the middle of the field. Soft, long brown hair. Hair like soft earth. Caught in the wind. diamonds growing black. A girl waits. She won't go away. These feelings won't go away from her. She has tried to leave them. Has waited for them to leave. She slowly sinks to the ground. Lays on her side. Diamonds fade. Flowers bloom. She whispers.
"Diamonds they fade, flowers, they bloom, I'm telling you, These feelings won't go away, they've been knockin' me sideways, they've been knocking me out they, whenever you come around me." Again. "These feelings won't go away." Soft whispers into the plants. A shadow across her body. A soft hand on her arm. A body to embrace. "these feelings won't go away."



"'Cause I am livin' just to breathe" "believe" the bravery

Another dance floor. A live band. Slow motion. bodies pulse with it. Time speeds up. Real time. "I am living just to breathe" The want, the ache, for more. this night, at this moment. They all believe in one thing. this night. and this night alone. the feeling of this moment is all there is. The music flows all around. The bodies moving together and singular all at once. Being a part of the whole and apart of it at once. We all need something to believe. Why not this moment? This breath? It is all you will ever have. The beast was always here. You are not nothing. What are you waiting for? Give yourself something to believe. Don't live just to breathe. We all need something to keep on breathing for. Why not this moment? This breath? This life? We all need something more. Believe.



"I refuse to throw them away" "flowers" regina spektor

They're rotting. a girl sitting in a chair before a desk with a vase of flowers. time speeds up in front of her. Light passes on her. The flowers die. She cannot sleep. She cannot sleep. Am I allowed to keep them? newspapers pile around the girl. Cauldrons. stones. Am I allowed to keep? She does not sleep. never. Am I allowed to keep what I love? She will never go to sleep. Time passes fast before her ever-open eyes. She stares at the camera singing. A piano. She plays. She sings. Light moves around her going faster and faster with the speeding tempo. Slows once more. the newspapers pile and grow and lessen and decay.





Well I would do the last seven songs on my playlist, but that took a lot of energy out of me for some reason sooo..... : D You're welcome to listen to the rest of the songs, I like them just as much as the others. Could you follow it well enough?