Um, ok. Why I feel so much weirder about posting this than I would anything else I wrote, I don't know. I want to lock it down, not open it to the world and that's so not what I generally do here in my tiny corner of the internet. But um. Here. *flails*
Okay, so I've probably waxed on and on before about how I think that music is our era's poetry, and I know I've gone on about how amazed I am by songwriters and their ability to put so much story and emotion into so few words. I don't try it often, because I don't think it's my talent, but of course I am explaining this to you because I have in fact tried again. This has been coming to me for the last week or so, and I'm proud of it for a couple of reasons. The main one is that it is the first time I have written anything so clearly (to me) NOT about what the words are saying. I don't think it's as hidden as "Jumper" (because really? Masturbation? Really?) but it is a step forward for me. It was inspired by a bedtime story I was telling myself. Welcome to the inside of my head.
WARNING: I AM NOT A MUSICIAN NOR DO I PLAY ONE ON TV.
That said:
( Next Track on My Soundtrack )
Okay, so I've probably waxed on and on before about how I think that music is our era's poetry, and I know I've gone on about how amazed I am by songwriters and their ability to put so much story and emotion into so few words. I don't try it often, because I don't think it's my talent, but of course I am explaining this to you because I have in fact tried again. This has been coming to me for the last week or so, and I'm proud of it for a couple of reasons. The main one is that it is the first time I have written anything so clearly (to me) NOT about what the words are saying. I don't think it's as hidden as "Jumper" (because really? Masturbation? Really?) but it is a step forward for me. It was inspired by a bedtime story I was telling myself. Welcome to the inside of my head.
WARNING: I AM NOT A MUSICIAN NOR DO I PLAY ONE ON TV.
That said:
( Next Track on My Soundtrack )