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i’ve been thinking about music as a vehicle for truths we can’t tell.<\/p>\n
anyone who knows me can tell you that, in general, i will say what i think. i’ll try to be tactful and polite. but i am blunt and can be honest to a fault. if you have food in your teeth, i’m going to tell you. i won’t accost you on the street, but if you’re my friend, i’ll let you know that the trousers you’re wearing aren’t doing you any favours. if i am attracted to you or have feelings for you, i’m going to tell you. probably. i don’t hide my opinions or tastes in order to ease social situations or make it easier to be my friend. i won’t be pushy or mean, but i like what i like and believe what i believe.<\/p>\n
that said…<\/p>\n
every now and again, i run across situations where i can’t speak the things i see as truth. i can’t point out a problem, because it would only lead to more problems and drama instead of resolutions. i don’t confess a feeling because, sometimes, i think it would do more harm than good. i pass through some sort of intense unpleasant emotion and i hesitate to reach out to my friends (sometimes even to my very best friend) because it’s just so heavy and i am just waiting for it to pass. and sometimes i don’t think people would believe me, so i can’t see wasting my breath and dealing with the frustration of being doubted over things good or ill. it’s very, very rare. and i hate it when it happens. but sometimes even i just don’t say things.<\/p>\n
and that’s when i feel amazing gratitude that i write. i pour things into songs. i cram the hurt and the sorrow, or the love and the hope, into lyrics. i have even written a straight up love song. (i swear, i tried to put something negative into it, because i couldn’t believe what i was doing. but it felt wrong. so, yeah, love song. and i rather like it a lot, thanks.) it doesn’t solve anything, really. the people hurting me are still hurting me. the moods still hit me. reality is still likely unbelievable. the love doesn’t go away or magically get requited. but i have told my truth.<\/p>\n
and if there’s anything i believe in, it’s truth. and that the truth will out. and that truth ought to be known, not hidden.<\/p>\n
someday, the hurts will pass away. they always do. and hopefully the compassion and love will stay (and maybe even be returned). and then i’ll still have lyrics, and maybe that’s the most good these truths can do me sometimes…<\/p>\n
stay true, lovelies.
\nit’s not worth it to put more lies, deceit, and their ilk into the world.<\/p>\n
ps because i like posts with pictures, here i am on halloween. maybe you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t see it, but i\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a moonage daydream if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re old school or a scifi lullaby if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re middle school. or just another spacegirl if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re too new school to care about what came before. (i’ll try to sort out more on-topic pictures from now on….)
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a quick one. a small thought or two. though i’m also mentally composing a longer post on the state of the band and such (good things). i’ve been thinking about music as a vehicle for truths we can’t tell. anyone who knows me can tell you that, in general, i will say what i think. i’ll try to be tactful and polite. but i am blunt and can be honest to a fault. if you have food in your teeth, i’m going to tell you. i won’t accost you on the street, but if you’re my friend, i’ll let you know that the trousers you’re wearing aren’t doing you any favours. if i am attracted to you or have feelings for you, i’m going to tell you. probably. i don’t hide my opinions or tastes in order to ease social situations or make it easier to be my friend. i won’t be pushy or mean, but i like what i like and believe what i believe. that said… every now and again, i run across situations where i can’t speak the things i see as truth. i can’t point out a problem, because it would only lead to more problems […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-55","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspirations-influences","category-lyrics"],"yoast_head":"\n