Wednesday, August 5, 2015

White Blank Page.


Why are songs written of feelings, if they aren't felt?  Music has to help us know that we're not the only ones who feel what we are emotionally, or psychologically, or physically experiencing.  Sometimes I think:  I'm the only one who feels these things?  I feel this and no one else?  I'm crazy?!

But, I hear it sung by other voices, and I know I am not alone.  And maybe no one is alone?  Is anyone alone?  Even if we feel that way?  Are we?  Does music give us a companion when we feel so... alone?

Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart
As well as your body
And can you lie next to her
And confess your love, your love
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before the king
And say I'm clean, I'm clean
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh, tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

A white blank page and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections

So tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
Oh, lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life  -Mumford and Sons

I want to be disappear.  I feel that way almost every single day.  I wanted to write that to someone, so it didn't explode in my head.

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