Lemme see your sparkle.

"Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life.

Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave

to the money then you die. I'll take you down

the only road I've even been down. You know

the one that takes you to the places where the

veins meet, yeah. No change, I can change, I can

change, I can change, But I'm here in my mold,

I am here in my mold. But, I'm a million different

people from one day to the next. I can't change my

mold, no no no no. Well I've never prayed but

tonight I'm on my knees, yeah. I need to hear

some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.

I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I

feel free now, but the airwaves are clean and

there's nobody singing to me now."

Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve

Comments

Unknown said…
I love this song for so many reasons and reading it today on your blog reminded me of those reasons and thank you!
Gabi
March 24, 2010 at 2:02 PM
Fireblossom said…
Jello Grrl gets up out of her mold and brings down the patriarchy. Heck yeah! ;-)
March 24, 2010 at 9:03 PM
SharoninWonderland said…
Gabi, you are MORE than welcome. Music has that funny way of influencing us when we need that extra life, don't you think?

FB, I absolutely concur!
March 25, 2010 at 4:02 AM
Dulçe ♥ said…
Beautiful words this has!
;)
March 25, 2010 at 8:04 AM
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