empty praise

I am a Tourist

May 20, 2011 at 8:54 pm Leave a comment

I love music. I love words. Sometimes there are these almost indescribable, nearly divine moments where the words and music converge into a song that feels as if it was written for me or by me. I actually have times where I feel like I have a soundtrack to life playing through a season or sometimes each circumstance or scene, and even though it could sound self-centered or disillusioned, it actually brings me to a place where I feel like what is happening on the outside is connecting with the inside. Moments like this usually make me smile no matter what is actually happening. I think it’s because it makes me feel known –  because someone, somewhere is expressing in both words and music what I can’t necessarily do on my own.

Yeah that sounds all dramatic. Oh well.

I finally got this song late last week because I love the band, got hooked on the guitar hook and knew I “needed” it. Then I actually listened to the words and smiled inside and out.

This is my song for this scene in life. It’s my song on change, on leaving, on moving on outside of the familiar. And knowing it’s a good thing. The words communicate one message while the feel of the music itself makes this bittersweet season of change not so bittersweet — more like a “roll down the windows and take a long drive with the sun warm and lighting everything up after a long, gray winter…”

Love it.

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You are a Tourist

[Death Cab for Cutie]

When there’s a burning in your heart

An endless fury in your heart

Build it bigger than the sun

Let it grow, let it grow

And there’s a burning in your heart

Don’t be alarmed

When there’s a doubt in your mind

‘Cos you think it all the time

Framin’ rights into wrongs

Move along, move along

When there’s a doubt in your mind

When there’s a burning in your heart

And you think it’ll burst apart

Oh, there’s nothing to fear

Save the tears, save the tears

When there’s a burning in your heart

And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born

Then, it’s time to go

And define your destination with so many different places to call home

Cos’ when you find yourself a villain,

In the story you have written

It’s plain to see

That sometimes the best intentions

Are in need of redemptions

Would you agree?

If so, please show me

When there’s a burning in your heart…

(This… Fire… Grows… High…)

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