I was reading the topics on songs that tell our stories. It seems like there is no getting away from it. As I went from worried to terrified to heartbroken to angry etc etc there was always a song on the radio singing my story. Or his. We were a very musical couple and were passionate about the same bands, and singers. There is so so much I can't listen to... it either makes me sad or I feel a weird disconnect to something I loved so much (sound familiar?).
So I trotted out my old CDs, you know, from before US...so in my case, teenager-land. That worked for awhile but now I've slid into mostly silence. It's easy in my car because the radio's kinda funky. But at work I find myself storming in the back and turning off the radio. And that works I think. Except when I'm shopping and the radio is playin' our song(s). OOf. Tell me I'll love music again!
((i heard he sang a good song,
i heard he had a style,
and so i came to see him,
to listen for a while,
and there he was this young boy,
a stranger to my eyes,
strummin my pain with his fingers,
singin my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
tellin my whole life,
with his words,
killing me softly,with his song))
[This message edited by ItllGetBetter at 9:46 PM, August 5th (Tuesday)]
