Just like in literature, I prefer most of my music to be thought provoking and personal. There are some songs that just stick with me and are new every time I hear them.
Last night I got to see Ben Folds Five live, and what a treat! As a piano player myself, (I'm not skilled enough to call myself a pianist!) it was great fun to see Ben Folds' skill and talent displayed. (Or, since I still have Persuasion on the brain, as Mrs. Musgrove would say: "Very well done indeed! Lord bless me! How those little fingers of yours fly about!"
Often funny and occasionally a bit irreverent, his music is nonetheless heartfelt and thought provoking. The one below, Brick, gets me every time. [The video above (Do It Anyway!) shows the lighter side of Ben Folds and is tons of fun. Fraggles!] Enjoy, and happy Sunday!
BRICK
6am, day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold
Car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping
I am numb
Up the stairs to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
They're not home to find us out
And we drive
Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
They call her name at seven thirty
I pace around the parking lot
Then I walk down to buy her flowers
And sell some gifts that I got
Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
Then she ever has before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
As weeks went by
It showed that she was not fine
They told me son it's time to tell the truth
She broke down and I broke down
Cause I was tired of lying
Driving home to her apartment
For the moment we're alone
She's alone
I'm alone
Now I know it
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
The piano solo in Landed is just amazing. And how that song moved me when the thought of a beloved one crossed my mind... I have no words to describe it.
ReplyDeleteYes. Something else, right? There's something about a song (or book) written out of a deep personal experience that just can't be beat.
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