Colorblind
I am colorblind.
Coffee black and egg white.
Pull me out from inside.
I am ready I am ready.
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied.
Stutter shook and uptight.
Pull me out from inside.
I am ready I am ready.
I am fine.
I am covered in skin.
No one gets to come in.
Pull me out from inside.
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding.
I am colorblind.
Coffee black and egg white.
Pull me out from inside.
I am ready I am ready.
I am fine I am fine.
I am fine.
~ Counting Crows
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I was running to this song recently and somehow it made me feel like I could fly. Like literally leap up into the air, churning my legs into the atmosphere like Elliot on that bike in E.T.
I just find this song to be so hauntingly beautiful. Kind of like. . .I don't know. . . like it puts me in a trance when I hear it. Like I could run to it forever.
Crazy, I know.
What does it mean? I don't know. But it is poetic. And like a lot of good poetry and good lyrics it means something different to me every time I hear it.
You can decide what it means to you. . . . .
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Happy Monday.
Now playing . . . .
I'd never heard this before, but, yeah, it is haunting. Reminds me of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.
ReplyDeleteI love this song!! I got hooked when I was watching "Cruel Intentions."
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favorite all time songs. love it.
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