Use to be the only thing that would calm me down. I would listen so loudly that I’ll have a hard time hearing my grandchildren, but it helped me live. There was something about the lyrics that screamed the things I couldn’t say. Or lived the life I could. There was something there the beats that my legs would shake to, the pounding in my head that wasn’t his voice. I lived for the moments of sanity, between lyrics and beats.
Save Me, by Unwritten law gave me the lines “Don’t touch me, you’ll get this.”
Safe and Sound, by Azure ray “Love is how it’s lost. Not how it’s found.”
Hide and Seek, by Imogen Heap “Where are we, what the hell is going on?”
Cannonball, by Damien Rice ” there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt”
Then when I needed to stop thinking about it, and get away I would listen to things that I coudln’t explain. That held no memories, no thoughts, just pure beats, and bad rhymes.
Buy you a Drink, T Pain — “Snap Yo Fingers”
Glamorous, Fergie “If you ain’t got no money take yo broke ass home”
There was so many songs that helped me live so next time you see the kid muttering lyrics to every song they know, or listening with headphones on high don’t blame them for hurting their ears, but wonder what they are drowning out. Because I would fall sleep to techno to stop the thoughts in my head and calm the churning in my stomach.
What speaks to you?