Sunday, May 22, 2011

Of course, I changed my mind

But I don't wanna write. I just want to share.

First, check out Chris Bennion's blog. It's praiseworthy.

Second, go to a Prime Time Real Estate show, if you can find one anytime soon. Parker Kelly is a wonder.

Third, lyrics, naturally:

You said you wished that you'd become an actress,
but pretty pictures in the magazines are sick.
They make you feel like shit.
The bodies that they fit
are half a serving hips.

The night dissolved and then the morning sun rose.
Open your eyes and let the color turn you black
for half a heart attack.
Let it fit you in
for cancer of the skin.
Because singing's just like death,
prolonging on your breath.
And all we are is bone;
it's friction we control.

Joshua James (excerpt from Pitchfork from "Build Me This")

Final thing... and I guess this is a thought. And I guess I just undermined the point of my last post......... Damn that last post!

Do you ever feel like song lyrics express your feelings better than you ever could with words? Or that they simply put what you're thinking into words and make it so much easier to understand?
For me, ah yes.
Now those lyrics from Joshua James aren't really what I'm talking about. I'm talking about pieces like this:

And I would say I love you
But saying it out loud is hard
So I won't say it at all
And I won't stay very long

Futile Devices, Sufjan Stevens