I love music. I have a wide range of genres that I listen to. I love doing things with background music. As I drive, take a bath, write my teaching lessons, blogs or any paper for that matter, I see to it that I have something to listen to. Music gives me a sort of inspiration and motivation... It makes me think better. I do write some songs my self but I just keep them with me... I write poems, too.
Skinny Love by Birdy (originally by Bon Iver) became a favorite early part of 2012. Why it appeals to me? It sounds like a lullaby (LOL). The melody and the lyrics are actually quite sad. Anyway, as I keep on listening to the lyrics, it reminded me of something that I could relate to...skinny love. Skinny means thin...no fat, no substance, malnourished and therefore could mean - imbalanced, weak, meaningless or a waste :(
(Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNzCDt2eidg)
LYRICS:
Come on skinny love, just last the year.
Pour a little salt, we were never here.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my…
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer…
I tell my love to wreck it all.
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my…
Right at the moment this order's tall.
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind…
And in the morning, I'll be with you,
But it will be a different kind.
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,
And you'll be own’ng all the fines…
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light
brassiere.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my…
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind.
And now all your love is wasted,
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches,
And at the end of all your lines…
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Come on skinny love,
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my….
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my….
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