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By willtobe1 Date: 2006 Sep 21 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.21.10.53.17304]] |
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It's a curious thing that for all my love of words and of music, I've never loved lyrics as words. I can sing at the top of my lungs and care not between "kiss the sky" and "kiss this guy" so long as my mouth hews out the righteous sound. Sucked into song, the word becomes a thing and then a word again, but sentanced to syllables all anew, a thing fantastic. This is why song lyrics on a page so often look about as poetic as a bald twat. (It is also probably related to the peculiar mental twist of mine that makes poetry so maddeningly impenetrable to me, at least as it is typically blended). But here I see a reversal of the fortune: instead of music sucking up the words for its own ends I find the words end each in their own fantastic music. Like Tolkien's "Sweet is the sound of pouring rain/that jumps and leaps from hill to plain," line after line falls upon the line below and scatters up in rainbow shards to kiss this guy. And so without further ado, this is the line...O this is, this is the line: "and instinct ignites, a wistful gaze, a grazing thought, quaking within the rhyme that speaks, that asks for help," mmm-mwah! |