She's a jar. With a heavy lid. My pop quiz kid. A sleepy kisser. A pretty war. With feelings hid. -Wilco.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Your Hand in Mind, Explosions in the Sky
Music without lyrics does something to me. It's almost like reading a book — where you can imagine the characters, the feelings, the emotions, what things look like — while with music, you're imaging the places this song has come from, what it meant to the musician, and what it means to say.
Some music begs for lyrics, requires them to give the piece worth, but not here.
Labels:
Explosions in the Sky,
Feelings,
Music
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