"My Favourite Chords"-The Weakerthans
2009-08-14 @ 11:45 p.m.
I just listened to this song today, and it made me think of the guy that I like right now. It's not that things have progressed with him at all, it's just that it's summer, so I think of him and don't see him. It's much easier to imagine things happening between us if he's not actually around to remind me of how he probably feels.
I'm sorry I don't update this by the way, I'm going to try to do so on a semi regular basis, so if you enjoy this, let me know, and you can even ask for songs you want lyrics to.
The album this is off of is "Left and Leaving" and it is a beautiful album. It's probably my favorite Weakerthans album, and the first one that I got by them (which might be why I like it the best). They're a great band, too. I only got to see them live once, but it was a great concert in what was really the last great year for concerts at least for me. I remember when I went to see them in Boston, I felt like a real princess, even if it was just for a night. I really do love the city of Boston, and to be able to hear such great music there makes me happy. If only I could really live somewhere like that. The local scene around here is as shallow as the brook in my backyard on a normal summer.
I just really relate to this whole song. I actually cried to the last part of it tonight. I think if I had someone, anyone, it would be like this. I do kind of feel like a set of broken Christmas lights: defective, almost useless (or maybe useless), not welcoming to others. Guys like the one I like now, he's the kind of guy who could be open to others, it's not hard for him, and his flaws don't seem so obvious. I would love to hear him play guitar, but that doesn't really have to do with anything. He looks so cute with a guitar in his hands, it's adorable.
I wish we could be like this, meeting out in the dark at night. I wish we could listen to songs like this on a broken boom box in the dark night. I don't care about a lot of money, or being famous, I just want to have that kind of life. The kind where I have one person I know I can turn to. Someone who's arms I could fall asleep in, someone who would let me in without thinking about it. If someone would just open their arms and heart to me, I would give them everything I have without fail. I sometimes wonder if that is good enough.
It does feel like I have a lot of time ahead of me, even though I am alone right now. Even though this loneliness feels like it will never end, maybe it will. I have to admit, even now I am choking up thinking about him. It's not even him, it's anyone, anyone who could hold a guitar in their hands, who could sing, not even in key, who would let me listen. Still, it's hard to find someone with an open heart if your own is closed. I wish I could learn that by now.
"My Favourite Chords"-The Weakerthans
They're tearing up streets again.
They're building a new hotel.
The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down,
and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird,
letting the curtains turn to beating wings.
Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.
And just one pair of clean socks.
And a photo of you.
When you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines,
like "We hope they treat you well. Hope you don't work too hard.
We hope you get to be happy sometimes."
Bring your swiss-army knife, and a bottle of something,
and I'll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of cards.
Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness.
Keep all our bad ideas. Keep all our hope.
It's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear.
It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.
I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere.
You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies.
You let that stranger in, as I'm blinking off and on and off again.
We've got a lot of time.
Or maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend.
These are my favourite chords.
I know you like them too.
When I get a new guitar, you can have this one and sing me a lullaby.
Sing me the alphabet.
Sing me a story I haven't heard yet.
*Racecar*