Tuesday, December 4, 2012

We've all got shame music. This is mine.

It makes me run. Not just my legs, though they’re sure to fly over green grass or cracked sidewalks— but inside, my blood moves more quickly in my veins through  my body and back around to my twisty straw of a heart.
Let’s just say you know the lyrics are crap. Like, maybe they handed a four year old a marker and a piece of paper? But then. Music, friends, music is something else altogether. It has this quality that lives and breathes on its own. I don’t care what they’re saying as long as they break down for the verse and build back up toward the chorus (right before they drop the bottom out)  All I think is, “something’s gotta give now…”  I struggle with sitting still and those curly pixie straws I call veins are rushing and pushing the music straight to my twisty turny heart again.

I want to dance, I want to montage to it— type on an old typewriter, fold clothes, dance across the room with a dust rag in my hand, exercise, eat healthy, have all of the things I should be doing squished into 3 minutes of rushing, pumping, nonsensical improvement.
I… can’t stop listening to this song. I’ve always been the repeat queen, and this is my current obsession, this one thing.
I’ve lost all street cred. 

1 comment:

  1. Do you mean the Safety Dance song? I heard that for the first time a few weeks ago. It's so awesome.


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