do you know that song
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I'm listening to David Bowie and Trent Reznor perform an especially fantastic rendition of one of my all time favorite songs. I've been rediscovering the music in my cd collection lately. The wail of strings behind Nick Cave's repetitions, the disparate coordinated elements of Pretty Hate Machine, the velvety pleasure of Bowie's voice, and on and on. I had forgotten where this music took me, and when I listened to it, why I cried and when I danced.
without you everything just falls apart without you it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Sometimes I worry when I can't quite hear. Losing my hearing would drive me mad, no doubt. I'm not sure I could stand the loss. Silly girl who stood in front of the speakers at Liberty Lunch too many times when she was sixteen.
Earth below us drifting falling floating weightless calling calling home
Because there is something in music, something that spans genres, times, quality, everything that could possibly matter. I don't know how to define it except as a feeling. Something that raises the hair on your arms or puts a wild feeling in your heart. Music was the closest thing I had to God growing up. It was where I took all the emotion of my growing up, when I just couldn't hold my hands steady enough for anything else. In the mornings I was always home alone, and I could turn the music up as loud as I wanted.
you will believe in me and I will never be ignored
Some of my greatest friends are the ones I listened to music with. James and I would turn his stereo up and sing along while we cleaned his room or scrambled eggs. We went to so many concerts together, constantly winning tickets off the radio and convincing his dad to drop us off unsupervised at various clubs.
you'd better hope and pray that you'll make it safe back to your own world
The only time I enjoy driving is when I have the radio on, or a cd. There have been moments in my life, at night and during the day, these moments when I'm in the car turning or coasting down 183, where I seriously consider driving away until I run out of places to go. A couple of times in my life I thought it might just be better to leave it all behind and drive away.
with your bright yellow gun you own the sun and I think I need a little poison
It helps and I don't know why. I grew up with music, with my father's record collection. Listening to the Rolling Stones, the Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty. My first tape was Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA and I listened to it on a tape player in my driveway while I learned to ride my Strawberry Shortcake bike. It's always been there. My babysitter had pink & purple hair, and brought her Bauhaus tapes over. My best friend in elementary school had two older sisters who let us listen to their They Might Be Giants cds. Every time we drove to Houston, my mom played Don Henley albums. One sunny afternoon I crashed my bike right listening to an Alice in Chains tape on my walkman. I taped U2 and Guns N Roses off the radio. I had a bootleg copy of a Green Day album years before anyone else on my block. It was always there. Gina in middle school loaned me the Cure's Wish. I rushed to the record store straight from school to buy Bowie's Outside. My first Tori Amos album was Under the Pink. I hung out at Luke's house to listen to my friends' band cover "lovesong" all afternoon. John introduced me to Kraftwerk, KMFDM, the Revolting Cocks and Tool. Casey introduced me to the Crystal Method before I went to Paris. It was always there.
you can say it one more time what you don't like let me hear it one more time then have a seat while I take to the sky
I'm listening to David Bowie and Trent Reznor perform an especially fantastic rendition of one of my all time favorite songs. I've been rediscovering the music in my cd collection lately. The wail of strings behind Nick Cave's repetitions, the disparate coordinated elements of Pretty Hate Machine, the velvety pleasure of Bowie's voice, and on and on. I had forgotten where this music took me, and when I listened to it, why I cried and when I danced.
without you everything just falls apart without you it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Sometimes I worry when I can't quite hear. Losing my hearing would drive me mad, no doubt. I'm not sure I could stand the loss. Silly girl who stood in front of the speakers at Liberty Lunch too many times when she was sixteen.
Earth below us drifting falling floating weightless calling calling home
Because there is something in music, something that spans genres, times, quality, everything that could possibly matter. I don't know how to define it except as a feeling. Something that raises the hair on your arms or puts a wild feeling in your heart. Music was the closest thing I had to God growing up. It was where I took all the emotion of my growing up, when I just couldn't hold my hands steady enough for anything else. In the mornings I was always home alone, and I could turn the music up as loud as I wanted.
you will believe in me and I will never be ignored
Some of my greatest friends are the ones I listened to music with. James and I would turn his stereo up and sing along while we cleaned his room or scrambled eggs. We went to so many concerts together, constantly winning tickets off the radio and convincing his dad to drop us off unsupervised at various clubs.
you'd better hope and pray that you'll make it safe back to your own world
The only time I enjoy driving is when I have the radio on, or a cd. There have been moments in my life, at night and during the day, these moments when I'm in the car turning or coasting down 183, where I seriously consider driving away until I run out of places to go. A couple of times in my life I thought it might just be better to leave it all behind and drive away.
with your bright yellow gun you own the sun and I think I need a little poison
It helps and I don't know why. I grew up with music, with my father's record collection. Listening to the Rolling Stones, the Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty. My first tape was Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA and I listened to it on a tape player in my driveway while I learned to ride my Strawberry Shortcake bike. It's always been there. My babysitter had pink & purple hair, and brought her Bauhaus tapes over. My best friend in elementary school had two older sisters who let us listen to their They Might Be Giants cds. Every time we drove to Houston, my mom played Don Henley albums. One sunny afternoon I crashed my bike right listening to an Alice in Chains tape on my walkman. I taped U2 and Guns N Roses off the radio. I had a bootleg copy of a Green Day album years before anyone else on my block. It was always there. Gina in middle school loaned me the Cure's Wish. I rushed to the record store straight from school to buy Bowie's Outside. My first Tori Amos album was Under the Pink. I hung out at Luke's house to listen to my friends' band cover "lovesong" all afternoon. John introduced me to Kraftwerk, KMFDM, the Revolting Cocks and Tool. Casey introduced me to the Crystal Method before I went to Paris. It was always there.
you can say it one more time what you don't like let me hear it one more time then have a seat while I take to the sky
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