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Self-Imposed Psychoanalysis through Song

05 Oct

I’m a blogging fool!! Yes, I know this is my second post in as many hours, but I have been considering gathering my thoughts into a blog for quite sometime now. And, as I like to put it, I am exceptionally verbose. Turns out, I’m playing a little catch up. Bear with me, I need the writing practice anyway. *smile*

This is an idea which I am stealing from my dear, sweet Walter (hey, at least I give props where props due. Word.) When she first began her own homage to songs, I distinctly remember thinking how brillant her brainchild was. I still do believe that it is awesomely awesome so I thought I’d give it a go and besides, music always soothes the weary soul.  So, may today go down in history as the first day of my Self-Imposed Psychoanalysis through Song. Those who know me, know me, know that I am a ::read:: HUGE music fan. Let’s venture into my world, shall we?

I must tell you that Ani DiFranco is such a fantastic musician and writer/singer, it’s really difficult to pick one song to really conceptualize what she means to me. Ultimately, 32 Flavors won out over others just because of her simple, beautiful candor. We should all aspire to be as enlightened as Ms. Ani.

squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and I have done well by their names
just the kindness I’ve lavished on strangers
is more than I can explain
still there’s many who’ve turned out their porch lights
just so I would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
til I’d passed and left them alone

and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back

I’m not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I’m not saying that I’m a saint
I just don’t want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I’m beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you’re starving
and eating all of the words you said

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2 responses to “Self-Imposed Psychoanalysis through Song

  1. walterbean

    October 5, 2007 at 8:58 pm

    That’s sooo weird. I just listened to that song today and thought of you. It’s such a beautiful song!

     
  2. unrequitedlife

    October 5, 2007 at 9:02 pm

    Heh. Ain’t that some shit? I guess I am pretty true to my intentions…wicked awesome!

     

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