Posts Tagged ‘ beauty ’

On human connection and missing someone dear to you

What shall I do with a life turned to memory? I tried to forget you. I tried to forget you. Where shall I go when I wake from a dream of you? I tried to forget you. I tried to forget you.

Saturday by Electrelane

Every now and then I hear a new song that completely captures me. It’s more than just a good beat or a catchy tune. Usually it will be a song that speaks to me on an emotional level; that depicts me as a person and what I am going through or have experienced at a certain time in my life. Why? I think it’s because most of the time we’re lonely; we’re lonely and we need to experience some sort of human connection in order to keep us sane. That’s what music is for me: a gateway to the emotions of another and to the reassurance that I am not alone.

I was listening to this song today from Electrelane’s “No Shouts No Calls”, which by the way, is swiftly becoming one of my most favourite albums, and the lyrics and music just completely captured me. It’s hard to explain how this happens or how it feels, but it’s kind of like being blind and then getting your sight back and seeing everything for the first time. Or it’s like being on drugs (not that I have ever done that but it’s like what I would imagine being on drugs would feel like). Basically it’s that feeling you get when you experience something so beautiful that it makes you want to cry. The words and the guitar and the bass and the piano and the drums and the vocals and, oh! Everything about this song just floors me. These women are so amazing and talented and inspiring and in the words of E. Page, “I am totally jealous because I will never be them”.

Listen above, read below.

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Saturday by Electrelane

I’ve got a photo from a long time ago
Hold it in your pocket
Hold it in your pocket
I’ve got a ring that my grandmother gave to me
Wear it on your finger
Wear it on your finger
I’ve got a letter that’s full of our secrets
The last one you sent to me
The last one you sent to me, oh

What shall I do with a life turned to memory ?
I tried to forget you
I tried to forget you
Where shall I go when I wake from a dream of you ?
I tried to forget you
I tried to forget you

I still see you
I still see you
I still see you

I turn in my sleep and I see you beside me
It’s your imagination
It’s your imagination
I go to the places we went to together
Find another countries
Find another countries

I turn in my sleep and I see you beside me
It’s your imagination
It’s your imagination
I want to go on but it’s another day without you
I tried to forget you
I tried to forget you

I still see you
I still see you
I still see you…

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on writing and music

When I’m feeling something intense (usually love or sadness or angst) I like to try and get it out in writing. Not as in, “Dear diary…”, but something perhaps in the form of a poem or lyrical piece. I don’t do it to impress people or to show them up. I do it more as a catharsis.

The reason I like to write is because when you feel something so intensely, you don’t really know what it is you’re feeling. Is it sadness, is it love, is it joy? You don’t really know. And the intensity of it starts to overwhelm you. When you start to try and communicate it however and put it down onto paper, it stops being this big scary monster inside of you that you can’t control, and you can actually start to put a face to it or at least make out a vague outline. And it’s not so scary anymore.

At this point in time however, I don’t think I’ve written anything that I wouldn’t be mortally horrified to share with anyone else. But my hope is that by some point in my life, I’ll have written some words or music that communicate a feeling to another person and maybe is something even that that person can relate to and take away and connect to their own life.

I’ve always loved how music, or any art for that matter, connects people. We become connected by the words of a song or the way that a song makes us feel, by our sadness or our loneliness, and as a result we realise that we are not alone or without hope in this world; that something beautiful can come out of our ugliness.

It’s so beautiful sometimes to just sit and listen to a song; like really listen to it. To not just hear noise, but to actually listen to the words and to try to understand what an artist is thinking and feeling. To hear all the different vocal melodies and instrumental parts coming together to form a synthesised whole. To hear how each part supports one another and adds beauty to the entire piece. It’s truly amazing.