Archive for October, 2012

Imagine Dragons :: It’s Time

Posted: October 31, 2012 in Songs
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Imagine Dragons :: It’s Time
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If ever a song clearly found me at the right moment, it was this one. That moment is here, still ongoing now. Earlier this week, my ex-husband dumped a huge responsibility in my lap. I hadn’t heard from him in months. I had cautiously started to believe that things were finally settling down for both of us. I was wrong, and quite viciously jolted out of that belief.

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don’t look back
Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain check

After our divorce, I refused all contact with my ex. (more…)

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London After Midnight :: Carry On… Screaming
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This song found me at one of the lowest points in my life. It fit like a glove which hurts to remember now. The beginning starts slow, with slightly eerie keyboards giving way to a smooth, velvety voice that could belong to ghost or a vampire. Back then, the words were razorblades hidden beneath silk, creeping up, almost soothing, until they were unsheathed, opening wounds just because I was living them.

I’ve never been so alone than with you
I’ve never been scared to dream until now
I can’t close my eyes, I’ll carry on… screaming

Looking back, half of me wonders just how dramatic I’d become in my younger days. The other half remembers and feels it was justified. I was at a point where I didn’t think I had an out. (more…)

Warrant :: Heaven

Posted: October 26, 2012 in Songs
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Warrant :: Heaven
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I cannot watch this without my eyes tearing. This performance was the first time I ever laid eyes on Jani Lane. I had tuned in to watch New Kids on the Block but was immediately intrigued when this beat-up, long-haired creature turned up and started to croon. Back then, the most metal I’d ingested came from snatches of Hendrix and Iron Maiden bleeding through the walls of my uncle’s room. That was his music though, not mine.

Got a picture of your house, and you’re standing by the door
It’s black and white and faded, and it’s looking pretty worn

See the factory where I worked, silhouetted in the back
The memories are gray, but man, they’re really coming back

I don’t need to be the king of the world
As long as I’m the hero of this little girl…

The lyrics paint such a clear picture, I had no trouble seeing it despite my youth. (more…)


30 Seconds To Mars :: Closer To The Edge
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Mainstream. Even a bit cliche. But if I were to have an epic rock anthem right now, this would be it. This is the grown up version of “The One and Only.” Less rebellious, more defiant. The lyrics speak of lessons learned, trials had, of tears and joy, of faith and pride, acceptance and strength.

No I’m not saying I’m sorry
One day maybe we will meet again

I will never forget
I will never regret
I will live my life

When I listen to this song, I picture being a pit, having fallen in from a cave or misleading crevice. You look up at what you can see of the sky, perhaps through the hole you crashed through. The guitars come in, you have to move. So you do. Eyeing the rocks, planning your first step. Before you know it, you’re climbing. There’s nowhere else to go but up. (more…)

Radical Face :: Always Gold

Posted: October 22, 2012 in Songs
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Radical Face :: Always Gold
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Though many of the songs I post will have some personal story behind it, this one is just something I like listening to early in the morning, with my first coffee and a Belvita biscuit. Not that I’m up very early in the morning most days. I can imagine it though.

Waking up at the first hint of dawn, the sun’s rays peeking through cracks in the curtain as the song starts. Soothing at first, just piano and a sweet sort of humming in the background, accompanied by this odd percussion that sounds like an empty bucket hitting the side of a stone well. By the time it builds, I’m starting to open my eyes.

The beats get faster, more consistent, urging me to stand and open the window. (more…)