No deposit, open away from eyes.

[robinbloke]

It occurs to me that quite often the first time I listen to a song I don't actually listen to the words at all, I sort of disjoint my listening and just hear what the feel of it is, how the song flows. Take for example There goes the neighbourhood by Sheryl Crow, it's a pleasant little soft song but the chorus has an almost half step gear change that grabs you and pulls you back into it, it's my musical discovery (so to speak) of the day from my collection.
It also reminds me of Roads by Portishead, a longstanding favourite song of mine that I had no idea what the words were, what the song was about or indeed much else about it for at least half a year after first hearing it (thank you Tank Girl) but the whole feel of the song was just so deliciously bittersweet it practically wore kohl.

Comments

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

I rarely listen to the words of songs, or even if I know them I don't really take in their meanings. This explains how I can listen (and dance enthusiastically) to Chumbawamba without going and punching Danbert Nobacon in the face.

[siranui.livejournal.com]

Light-hearted songs which were spoiled as far as the 'light-hearted' bit goes when I actually *listened* to the lyrics:

Pretty in Pink
Bloodsport for all
Ich bin ein Auslander

[lilac-jellybean.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reminding me that Sheryl Crow song existed, I haven't listened to that album in years and I used to love it, I'm going to go find it now...