basket case

lyrics are a funny thing. i think lyrics are something that mean one thing, yet to another mean something else. it is a gift to be able to write something that so many can relate too... regardless of if they reflect on the same level one intended. lyrics are powerful, as is music...but lyrics are something that hit a soul and shake ones sensibility. they are something that can bring tears, or a realization that has otherwise been tough to come to prior. music in itself is something that has sparked passion and societal bracketing for decades. music has been noted prior to the 1800s. i am sure at this time music was just as a release to those who took part as it is today. there are genres for every style and that perfect song for every moment.

i feel like i write a decent amount about the little things... like music, the well..little things, family, love, communication and overall emotion... all good. right? anyway, music as i come back to it is something that in my life is constant. well sorda. sure, my style and likes change, probably even change with those who come in and out of my life...but with that being said i find myself always drawn to lyrics. the soul shattering, gut shaking kind. there are songs for anger, for frustration, for upset and for everything in between...hence why music is something that is constant...emotions are constant. 

i fascinate with the stories that lyrics tell, and how i mix them up to be my own or how i relate. i love the songs that put me back in a moment, a memory...those are the best.

Basket Case - Sara Bareilles

I don't want to talk about it to you

I'm not an open book that you can rifle through

The cold hard truth that you'll see right to

I'm just basket case without you

He's not a magic man or a perfect fit

But had a steady hand and I got used to it

And a glass cage heart and invited me in

And now I'm just a basket case without him

You're begging for the truth

So I'm saying it to you

I've been saving your place

And what good does it do?

Now I'm just a basket case

Now I'm just a basket case

I don't say much and it'll stay that way

You got a steel train touch and I'm just a track you lay

So I'll stay right here underneath you

I'm just a basket case and that what we do

You're begging for the truth

So I'm saying it to you

I've been saving your place

And what good does it do?

Now I'm just a basket case

Won't somebody come on in and tug at my seams?

Oh, send your armies in of robbers and thieves

To steal the state I'm in I don't want it anymore

You're begging for the truth

So I'm saying it to you

I've been saving your place

And what good does it do?

Now I'm just a basket case