i love music.
in high school, exams were particularly damn hard since i was part of the homogeneous class (sounds like a busted science project), and we had harder questions apart from the set given to everyone in our year. our noses would still be buried in pages of our blue books while others would be taking a nap or contemplating on the prom. after periodicals, i would put into full blast songs from cranberries, prodigy, garbage at home. pure bliss.
noise was what made me still within.
i’m recording strings of phrases from songs playing in the background right now. it’s my way of bookmarking songs, being overwhelmed by the rawness, the sincerity of the words.
give me a book and an mp3 player, and i’ll be quiet as a baby for a day.
weight of words in songs:
“bare-boned and crazy for you”
“cos you wear nothing, but you wear it so well”
“come crash into me”
“swim in a deep sea of blankets”
“all your life, you are only waiting for this moment to arrive”
“i wanna wake up where you are. i won’t say anything at all”
“just slide into my room, and i will run away”
“for you i’ll bleed myself dry”
“angels fall like rain” – can you imagine this? beautiful.
“i’ll stop the world and melt with you”
“like any uncharted territory, i must seem greatly intriguing”
“i can love the whole of you. the poetry i stole from you. and hide inside my stomach”
“i wanna hold the hand inside you…fade into you”