Hello Sunday! A bit of a warning, not to Sunday, but to anyone reading this. I’m doing something I never do, I’m writing while listening to music with lyrics. I know that writing to music is commonplace to some people, and although I can write to music without lyrics (Peter Gundry is a favourite) I find writing to music with lyrics incredibly difficult. Partly because I keep going to burst into my own solo set of playing the air drums or air guitar – right now I’m listening to Everlong by Foo Fighters and it is HARD to keep my fingers on these keys.
I love this song. I don’t even know why, I just do. I pay a lot of attention to lyrics and my favourite songs will generally be because I find something about the lyrics beautiful or relatable. So actually, saying I don’t know why I love this song is stupid. I love it for this:
“If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you
You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when”
Those lyrics get me in all the right places. My heart feels full and excited and my brain is just on fire with memories of amazing moments with my husband. Of course, I have no idea what the real meaning behind the song is, it could be about spiders and their own difficulties with a corrupt spider government. But for me, it’s those lines and a hope that, although we all have dark times, that the good will always come back and I’ll appreciate it all the more for the fact it won’t last forever, even if I wish it could. But, then it’s like Christmas every day isn’t it? It’s not as special.
Okay, we’re moving on. We’re going to a sexier beat. A sexy beat in my mind anyway, I find odd songs sexy according to my husband. For example, Fairly Local by Twenty One Pilots, I love that song! Right now, we’re listening to Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes. Do you remember when people couldn’t decide if they were brother and sister, or a married couple, or a married brother and sister? No? Yes? I remember all those rumours haha. I actually think White Stripes play quite a few sexy songs with really good beats though. As you can see I am not one to talk about music any further than why I like what I like some times. Anything more intricate and I don’t have a clue.
I do love music though. Who doesn’t? I’ve tried to play a number of instruments, from the guitar to the violin to the keyboard. I never last long. I tend to give up too quickly, rotten personality trait, I know. I do want to learn the violin still though. Partly because Emilie Autumn is one of my favourite performers but also because I’ve always wanted to play folk music with my dad. He plays the acoustic guitar.
It looks like we’re going down a White Stripes rabbit hole because YouTube tried to take me to Lonely Island with Jack Sparrow (which I do love a singalong to on occasion) but I’ve thrown it back to Fell In Love With A Girl. Oooooh yeah. Okay, now my spelling is suffering. The beat of the music is causing me to try and type faster, and so rather than taking the time to actually spell words my brain is just throwing down sounds and hoping it’s close enough. Occasion was accasiun. Yep. Good work brain haha! How do people write stories while listening to music with lyrics? Imagine, sure! I’ve had songs on repeat for an hour before just going over and over a scene in my head, but write. Damn, you writers are skilled!
I do find how music can change how we feel absolutely fascinating though, and how it can speed us up or slow us down. I can’t remember it completely but I’m sure I’ve read about studies being done in classrooms before where different music was played and they observed how people spoke faster or slower. I just find that amazing. In the end it’s just sounds and it can have that big an affect on us. Is the road to world domination music? Asking for a friend!
It also makes me feel like a different person, but not necessarily a good person. Or a bad one as such. Oh, yeah, Blue Orchid, now we’re talking…
“You’re given a flower
But I guess there’s just no pleasing you
Your lips tastes sour
But you think that it’s just me teasing you”
Back to previous scheduling: I just feel more confident when listening to music. They’re little stories we tell ourselves, aren’t they? Or something… I don’t know. Could a beat make you feel more you? Is it more me I feel when I listen to music or is it me pretending to be someone else and I prefer than other more than I like myself? Whatever it is, music (previously spelled “murics”) gives me a slight feeling of invincibility and badassery, although I suppose that is all down to the music I am listening to. I have an idea, let’s change the song.
Also, I fully understand how boring this post will be, But, I’m having fun.
Okay. I’ve searched for Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ft. Kylie Minogue with Where the Wild Roses grow because I’ve actually had this song in my head a lot lately. Let’s see if this slower beat and more atmospheric song changes how I feel after just listening to the upbeat White Stripes. Oh, I actually am feeling a bit… “frrrrooommm the first day I saw her I knew she was the one”….. oh no… I’m beginning to feel a bit…. “for her lips were the colour of the rosessss that grew down the river all bloodyyyy and wildddd”… feeling a bit murdery here… *glances around*… *sees husband* “ALLLL BEAUTYYYY MUST DIIIEEEE”
Husband looked concerned, but threw out arms the same as I did while singing. Husband has not been murked, we are safe.
Well, the song certainly calmed me down a little but it did get me thinking about the Black Dahlia. I wondered if the song was written with a particular victim in mind and so I looked it up. No, it was written by Nick Cave for Kylie Minogue. The below is taken from Wikipedia.
Cave described writing the song:
“Where The Wild Roses Grow” was written very much with Kylie in mind. I’d wanted to write a song for Kylie for many years. I had a quiet obsession with her for about six years. I wrote several songs for her, none of which I felt was appropriate to give her. It was only when I wrote this song, which is a dialogue between a killer and his victim, that I thought finally I’d written the right song for Kylie to sing. I sent the song to her and she replied the next day.
— Nick Cave, quoted in Molly Meldrum presents 50 Years of Rock in Australia (2007)
Not worrying at all then. Not at all. And, I mean, she was with her parents when she first heard the demo with someone else singing her lines, so if there was anything at all concerning in the lyrics, like bludgeoning her with a rock, then, surely, they’d have expressed their concerns. Nothing to worry about here. All is good.
As for the music video, I’m sure she’s just taking a bath and he mistook that rock for a loofah. It happens.
I’m switching back over to some hyper music. I think I’ll finish off with listening to Two Princes by Spin Doctors because once this comes on there’s no way I’ll be able to keep myself from singing. Do you have a song like that? One of those songs that even if you’re in a serious situation if it comes on you’re humming in your head and trying to bat it out of your earholes?
Actually, it’s Mother’s Day in the UK, and so I think I’ll finish this off and post one of my mom’s favourite songs. We spoke for around two hours today, “righting the wrongs of the world”, and I miss her very much. So, I’m now going to sing my way out of this blog post with a song that I was going to say is probably very fitting in the current political climate, but let’s be real, it’s been relevant for centuries.
“There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I’ll be right behind you
So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world”