sad songs...whoot
i like sad music. i don't entirely know why but i enjoy listening to sad depressing mellow music. hence forth my i heart keane group on facebook.
here are the lyrics to my favorite song
BEDSHAPED
Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know
I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know
(Instrumental Break)
Oh, and up we'll go
In white
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know
http://www.keanemusic.com/

1 Comments:
To quote from High Fidelity (a very unreliable source):
"What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to the music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?
People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives."
Interesting thought. Don't read the book OR watch the movie (how's that for mixed messages?).
-Pat
realpatblair.com
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