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6.06.2011

THOUGHTS TO WORDS TO MUSIC

I love music - the sound, the feel that it leaves you with. The healing or energy it can bestow inside your head and heart. There is a language created through just notes all on its on. There is also a dialect, an intimate articulation of the soul that is displayed when words are put to music. Something remarkable occurs in our mind, emotions, soul and spirits when we hear music that has captured something we have been unable to clearly and fully express. When a song plays that nails our thoughts (most of our thoughts are somewhat universal even if they are specifically individual to us at the time) it gives wind to what we have wanted to let loose of, to say, to put in parenthesis, to have validated, to have set free. Music reminds of me of moments, times, experiences, or people in my past or present. I can hear a Huey Lewis (wasn't a fan!) song to this day and immediately remember high school. I know where I was when I first heard the Keith Green song, "So You Want To Go Back To Egypt" and what year it was. Music is a trigger. Not too long ago my husband said he had a song he wanted me to hear - a song that when he hears it, says exactly what he feels about me. He pushed play on his I Phone to play a Parachute song called "She Is Love"...


I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around,
But she takes it all for me.
And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.

Well I had my ways, they were all in vain,
But she waited patiently.
It was all the same, all my pride and shame,
And she put me on my feet.


They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.


And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she'll be there, yes she'll be there,

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love. love.

She is love, and she is all I need,
She is love, and she is all I need,
She is love, and she is all I need
This was one of the many times he has brought music to me, smiling while holding his phone ready to play something that he says are "his stolen lyrics" - like, Bruno Mars' "Just The Way You Are". Those and many other songs in my life have been a sweet gift to me, the lover of music that I am. Now go download those two songs:)

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