In tenth grade I had an English project in which I had to analyze the lyrics to a song of my choosing. I chose Sarah McLachlan's "In the Arms of an Angel". I got a B-. I was offended...wasn't the project about what the song said to me?
I have a "gift" called "being able to listen to the same song on repeat for hours at a time". This isn't really a shareable gift, as it often is more of an annoyance to others when I push the back button for the 10th time.
I sometimes like to play a game called _"what does this song mean?". I'm sure you've tried playing it before-if not I strongly suggest it. It's interesting to hear the different assessments and messages that people glean from a song.
I like to think that the songs all come from a place of joy, or happines, or anticipation, or sorrow, or fear, or confusion...that all songs have a personality breathed into them from those who wrote them. Tyring to figure out that place is what the listening is all about.
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