Good Song: Beautiful

This song hits home for me in a lot of ways. I feel close to the message, and I know it has meant something to someone I’m close to as well in their personal experiences. Although I’m not depressed right now, I’ve had my share of struggle with that issue, but I’m relating to this song today for the theme of empathy. But in darker days it is also relevant for me. I think a lot of people don’t take the time to listen to Eminem’s lyrics enough to realize that he is not all offensive and crude. His music has a positive message more often than not, and he uses crudity like most people sprinkle their language with obscenities. I know when I am feeling heightened emotionally (good or bad) my potty mouth gets worse, so I getcha, Em. LOL.

Beautiful
by Eminem

Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has their private world
Where they can be alone

Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I’m reaching out for you

I’m just so fucking depressed
I just can’t seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump

I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And in order for me to pick the mic back up

I don’t know how or why or when
I ended up this position I’m in
I’m starting to feel dissin’ again
So I decided just to pick this pen

Up and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can’t admit
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet

And I know some shit’s so hard to swallow
But I can’t just sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow but I know one fact
I’ll be one tough act to follow

One tough act to follow
I’ll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you’d have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others’ minds
Just to see what we’d find
Look at shit through each others’ eyes

Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
So don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything’s so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check
The temperature of the room

Just as soon as I walk in, it’s like all eyes on me
And so I try to avoid any eye contact
‘Cause if I do that then it opens the door
For conversation, like I want that

I’m not looking for extra attention
I just wanna be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom

I don’t need no fucking man servant
Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of ’em ain’t even funny like

Ha! Marshall you’re so funny man
You should be a comedian, god damn!”
Unfortunately I am
I just hide behind the tears of a clown

So why don’t you all sit down
Listen to the tale I’m about to tell
Hell, we don’t gotta trade our shoes
And you ain’t gotta walk no thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others minds
Just to see what we’d find
Look at shit through each others eyes

Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
So don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we’re dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves
And flip ’em, don’t expect no help

Now I could’ve either just sat on my ass
And pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I’m placed in
And get up and get my own

I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did

I just wanted to fit in
Every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid

And Edna always told me
Keep making that face and it’ll get stuck like that
Meanwhile I’m just standing there
Holding my tongue tryna talk like that

‘Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole
At 8 years old
I learned my lesson then
‘Cause I wasn’t trying to impress my friends no more

But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
‘Cause where you see it, from where you’re sittin
It’s probably 110% different

I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each others shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10’s
Let’s see if you can fit your feet

In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like

To feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others minds
Just to see what we’d find
Look at shit through each others eyes

Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked just stay true to you
So don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked just stay true to you

So don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked just stay true to you
So

Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has their private world
Where they can be alone

Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I’m reaching out for you

Yeah, to my babies
Stay strong, daddy will be home soon

And to the rest of the world
God gave you shoes to fit you
So put ’em on and wear ’em
Be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don’t ever let anyone tell you you ain’t beautiful

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Good Lyrics: Dry the Rain

Just watched High Fidelity for the billionth time since Hulu decided to add it. I always forget how much I like this song, and how much I love the scene in the movie where Rob Gordon is like, “I will now sell 3 copies of The Three EPs by the Beta Band.” Heads nodding everywhere. 🙂

Dry the Rain (click to listen)
by the Beta Band

This is the definition of my life
Lying in bed in the sunlight
Choking on the vitamin tablet
The doctor gave in the hope of saving me
In the hope of saving me

Walked in the corner of the room
A junk yard fool with eyes of gloom
I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain the rain
The rain the rain the rain now

Dusty brown boots in the corner
By the ironing board
Spray on dust is the greatest thing
Sure is the greatest thing
Since the last since the last

Walked in the corner of the room
A junk yard fool with eyes of gloom
I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain the rain
The rain the rain the rain now

I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
The rain the rain the rain now

If there’s something inside that you wanna say
Say it out loud it’ll be okay
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light

If there’s something inside that you wanna say
Say it out loud it’ll be okay
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light

I Need Love, yeah
I Need Love

If there’s something inside that you wanna say
Say it out loud it’ll be okay
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light

If there’s something inside that you wanna say
Say it out loud it’ll be okay
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light

I Need Love
I Need Love

Good Lyrics: I’m So Tired

I’m So Tired (click to listen)
by The Beatles

I’m so tired, I haven’t slept a wink
I’m so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No, no, no.

I’m so tired I don’t know what to do
I’m so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do

You’d say I’m putting you on
But it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm
You know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain
You know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane
You know I’d give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind

I’m so tired, I’m feeling so upset
Although I’m so tired I’ll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get.

You’d say I’m putting you on
But it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm
You know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain
You know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane
You know I’d give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind
I’d give you everything I’ve got for a little peace of mind
I’d give you everything I’ve got for a little peace of mind

Good Lyrics: U2

I saw this covered on Glee last night, and I have to say….no. Just no. My first concert, when I was about 11, was U2 and Pixies at the Charlotte Coliseum. It was amazing. My parents took me and the oldest son of their best friends. We had a blast. A drunk guy fell on me. The Zooropa tour was unbelievable. I got to leave school early to get there in time. There were cars hanging from the ceiling and big screen TVs like I had never even imagined existed. The lights, and seeing in person these people I’d been listening to records of for so long — bliss. They did “Pride: In the Name of Love” and I was so excited when they sang, “In memory of Martin Luther King, SING!” And the whole place went crazy. Best first concert experience I could ever imagine. And I mean, how awesome are my parents for taking me? I love them.

One
by U2

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say…

One love
One life
When it’s one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don’t care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it’s…

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We’re one, but we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One…
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it’s all I got
We’re one
But we’re not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One…life

One

Good Lyrics: The Scientist

The Scientist
by Coldplay

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I’ve set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let’s go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Oh, tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m going back to the start

Musical Monday: Counting Crows

Counting Crows are one of those bands you either love or hate, I think. In my own personal experience, Counting Crows seem easier to love with females than males. Most girls I know like them. My friend Jenny loves them for some of the same reasons I do — because their lyrics are poetry, and we were both literature majors in college and appreciate a well written poem. Most of the guys I’ve known in my life have hated them, usually citing Adam Duritz’s voice as the reason for the hatred. Similar to their hatred of Dave Matthews (also a poetic song-writer). But even as a die hard DMB fan, I can see why some people think his voice is annoying. Same with Adam. They can both come across as whiny, if you are listening purely to HOW it sounds and not focusing at all on WHAT they’re saying. The reason I love both of those bands is because they accompanied me through some very difficult and important times in my life.

The first two Counting Crows albums, August and Everything After and Recovering the Satellites, are still some of my all time favorites and probably always will be. I like the way their music actually reflects the tone of the lyrics. I like the fact that the lyrics pretty much all speak to me (and my personal experience) in some way. That’s probably because they write about really universal topics, but they’re expressed in a way that seems a little bit more authentic to regular people’s actual experiences.

I started to share some lyrical excerpts here, until I realized that I can’t just choose excerpts, because lyrically you need the entire song to get the whole point. And I guess that’s one of the main reasons why I love them so much. I can’t even pick one quote or one song. Even the poppiest of Counting Crows songs, which you know (and probably hate) because they were overplayed on the radio 15 years ago, have amazingly poignant lyrics. I have to say it’s kind of amazing to me that so many of their lyrics still touch me so personally after so many years of originally being enamored with them. It is lasting and important.

I saw them live once, in Charlotte. It was pretty awesome. The Wildflowers (Jakob Dylan’s short-lived project) opened. I was there with my friends Jenny, Brooke, and Katherine. We were all disappointed that the Wallflowers sounded exactly like the CD. Why see a band live if that’s the case? But then Counting Crows blew us all away with their reinterpretations of studio tracks. And I personally was FLOORED by the way Adam conveyed the same level of emotion in his songs live (if not more) than I felt listening to the album on repeat, even though he’d performed them hundreds of times. He is always in the moment. Every performance is different.

If you’re already a fan, you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you still need convincing, I would suggest always listening to their music with the lyrics in front of you. Remember when lyrics used to automatically come with an album? That first album did. And that’s probably one of the major reasons I came to love them. When lyrics are not included it makes me think the band isn’t that proud of them.

My all-time favorite Counting Crows song is Anna Begins. Start there.

Anna Begins
by Counting Crows

My friend assures me,
“It’s all or nothing.”
I am not worried.
I am not overly concerned.
My friend implores me,
“For one time only, make an exception.”
I am not worried.
Wrap her up in a package of lies,
Send her off to a coconut island.
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions.
“Oh,” she says, “you’re changing.”
We’re always changing.

It does not bother me to say this isn’t love.
Because if you don’t want to talk about it, then it isn’t love.
And I guess I’m gonna have to live with that.
But I’m sure there’s something in a shade of grey,
or something in between.
And I can always change my name
If that’s what you mean.

My friend assures me,
“It’s all or nothing.”
But I am not really worried,
I am not overly concerned.
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget.
To make yourself forget.
I am not worried.
“If it’s love,” she said, “then we’re gonna have to think about the consequences.”
But she can’t stop shaking
and I can’t stop touching her

And this time, when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away
And Anna begins to change her mind.
“These seconds when I’m shaking
leave me shuddering for days,” she says.
And I’m not ready for this sort of thing.

But I’m not gonna break
and I’m not gonna worry about it anymore.
I’m not gonna bend,
and I’m not gonna break.
And I’m not going to worry about it anymore.
It seems like I should say, “As long as this is love…”
But it’s not all that easy,
so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net
and pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried
’cause I’ve done this sort of thing before.
But then I start to think about the consequences,
And I don’t get no sleep in a quiet room

And this time, when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away.
And Anna begins to change my mind.
And every time she sneezes
I believe it’s love,
And Oh lord, I’m not ready for this sort of thing.

She’s talking in her sleep.
It’s keeping me awake.
And Anna begins to toss and turn.
And every word is nonsense
but I understand,
And Oh lord, I’m not ready for this sort of thing.

Her kindness bangs a gong,
It’s moving me along.
And Anna begins to fade away.
It’s chasing me away.
She disappears,
And Oh lord,
I’m not ready for this sort of thing.

Good Lyrics: Bob Dylan

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
by Bob Dylan

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If’in you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how.
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
but I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ walkin’ down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

So long, Honey Babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right