...that I have a certain flair for the written word. Admitedly, this isn't so much of a confession as a boast of skill, but it's been a while since I've written anything here, although I have confessions, heaps and heaps and heaps of them, some that I still need to gather the courage to admit to myself.
But back to my affinity for words.
I really realized this the a couple hours ago, on the ride home from school, when I was listening to Carry This Picture by Dashboard Confessional, and the first thing that popped into my head was, golden ripe peaches and the dip of a wooden boat at sunset and last-minute touch. Which, when I listen to the song, is exactly what it makes me think of.
Then I tried again, with the next song (Bend and Not Break): winter air and heartbeat in my ears and scratchy warm wool and thread-bare defiance.
This is odd for me, because when I do this, I don't listen to the lyrics, which is completely out of character for me. I love lyrics. I worship lyrics. Lyrics are words that I have the utmost envy for. If I could someday write lyrics, I would consider myself among that of Shakespeare. Words set to music, a harmony of two of the most soul-scorching mediums in existence, in my opinion.
For me to ignore lyrics is amazing in itself; the fact that I've started to turn the music in words is enough to make me absolutely giddy.
I really don't know that all that means, but I feel like I just found buried treasure.
I'm so odd, I know.
man, it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has
lord, it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all
oh lord now, there you go with hope again
2 comments:
you can write the lyrics and i will compose the music.
although the song would sound like a complete disaster because i'm pretty sure i have no skill in composing music.
haha, and i sort of suck at writing lyrics.
we'd write the most amazing music.
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