Lyrics Speak

I would speak if I had something to say. Lyrics seems to be the only way for the emotion to manifest. Bits of songs run in and out of my head. Blending, merging, to speak for me.

Do you remember how I searched you out?
How I climbed your cities walls?
Do you remember me as devout?
How I prayed for your calls?

But nothing. A deafening silence.

Out in the street it’s 6 am, another sleepless night
Three cups of coffee, but I can’t clear my head
from what went down last night.

I could have warned him. Knowing there was nothing I could do to change me. But I didn’t speak.

If you’re worried that I might’ve changed
Left behind all of my foolish ways
You best be looking for somebody else
Without a foolish heart, a foolish heart

Because try as I might, my mercurial nature catches up to me.

If I could
Baby I’d give you my world
Open up
Everything’s waiting for you

But no matter how I open up, my very nature is the ultimate saboteur.

I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines

In case I need it when I’m older
In my life there’s been heartache and pain

I don’t know if I can face it again

But I’m facing it. Again.

Lyric are from the following songs: I Was a Fool by Tegan and Sara; Blue Morning, Blue Day by Foreigner; Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac; I Wanna Know What Love Is by Foreigner. 

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21 thoughts on “Lyrics Speak

  1. You are wrong, Marian. I have so often been there, feeling like my faults make me undeserving of the kind of love I need. I have so often, and am currently wallowing in the lyrics of the music that speaks for my soul and my heart when I am too afraid to speak the words.

    But know this: there is absolutely nothing you could do to be undeserving of love or of joy.

    Like you have so many times, I know that you will feel whole again, even if it takes some time.


    • At the moment I don’t even know what I need. Or want for that matter. I’m going cold. Thoughtful. I back myself into corners. It’s stupid.

      I’m sorry you are in a wallowing season. Thank goodness for lyrics to soothe the soul. And for friends.

  2. The pattern likes to repeat itself. There is a certain macabre comfort in coming to that same place once again. Yet, there is also a will within you, to do something – to reach out, no matter how tiny the gesture. If you want to, badly enough. Strength, my dear.

  3. I’m sorry you are here Marian. Just remember “It’s the springtime of my life”. Winter is just a metaphor, and you are the Mistress of Metaphor, aren’t you?

    “Hang on to your hopes my friend
    That’s an easy thing to say
    But if your hopes should pass away
    Simply pretend
    That you can build them again”

  4. Marian,
    There is nothing wrong with your nature, young lady. I don’t have enough info to weigh in properly, but based on what I know of you, I’d say any man, woman or entity that isn’t willing to move Heaven and Earth to be with you isn’t worth bleeding over anyway.

    • Oh Hook darling, thank you. But don’t crucify him. You’re right. You don’t have all the facts. And he did move heaven and earth. And he is a wonderful man. And there is still lots of mutual love between us. But an actual relationship just isn’t healthy right now.

  5. Marian my dear. We need to have that drink and I will fly to you to do so. I might even I surrender my fridge magnets to you and you can get some wee pleasure out of destroying them.

Talk to me. Please.

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