Allow me for a moment to depress your asses. I've been hauled up in my damn bedroom all week while you all are wrapped up in your blissful foolery. I'm not normally opposed to fun, but since I'm not having any, you'll have to suffer a bit of misery with me. Enter: Mad World by Gary Jules. Excellent remake I must say, and eerily beautiful.
Let me tell you what I love so much about music. I love that at any moment, no matter what you're feeling, -happy, sad, lonely, hopeless - whatever the emotion, you can visualize yourself peeling your chest open, and exposing your soul or heart, or where ever these emotions are coming from, and there is a song playing. There is music coming out. Music is emotion, music is feeling. I love that. I love that other people feel what I feel and they put words, feeling words, to music so I can release this pressure or tension that is trapped deep inside of me. It seems freeing almost, to have someone else make art out of your emotions? No? Someone has hit the nail on the head. They've evoked my deepest passions, or wishes or wants. They've described my demons or secret desires. They've filled me with the spirit, or inspired me to a new stature. They've made me love or hate. They've induced euphoria. It changes constantly, -what we feel, and music somehow captures us in each moment we live out, -each thought, or disturbance or thrill or sorrow or despair or melancholy. It progresses us in some way. Music leaves us feeling fulfilled. When no one else understands you, you can understand yourself through the power of song. -Some lyrical genius just took what's in your soul and set it to a nice diddly so you can work through your damn issues. Shooot. Tell me that isn't brilliant?
Now carry on with your bantering. Perhaps I'll be back next week with something that ought to get your toes tapping...maybe even a bit more screamo if you're real good. Seriously, don't say you don't love me. Dang.
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