so, i love how music brings life to lyrics and that somehow can speak to a different level of our being. my brother who is a musician and i were talking about this a bit when he was here.
anyway, i was just reading the lyrics to the shins' "caring is creepy," which by the way is great music. anyway, the lyrics don't seem to make nearly as much sense as when they sing them and the pauses, the inflection and stress all come into play.
so, if you feel like some good music, find the shins and you can see what i mean. hear are the lyrics thanks to the immense worldwide web:
"I think I'll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, this colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.
lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Underneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped
And all the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks."
