Saturday, October 20, 2012

Some awesome new songs and the lines that made me love them.

Iscariot - Walk the Moon

"That's what you want, but it's not what you're asking for
That's what you're asking, but you're gonna get more than you bargained for
That's what you had, but you don't have it anymore

You had it coming.

You know you had it coming, my friend
You know you had it coming , my brother.
You had it coming"

Shiver Shiver - Walk the Moon

"You leave these marks up on my neck
Still there... I know but I still check
Thump, thump the thumping in my chest
As I loose the feeling in my fingertips

When you are close to me I shiver

Owly, you're dear to me
Please check your clothing at the door
And who you're supposed to be
You always leave me wanting more
Owly, you're dear to me
Shall we get intimate again?
Owly, you're dear to me
Shall we get intimate again?"

Anna Sun - Walk the Moon

"what do you know? this house is falling apart. 
what can I say? this house is falling apart. 
we got no money, but we got heart. 
we're gonna rattle this ghost town. 
this house is falling apart."

Move Like You Stole It - ZZ Ward

"You better push that gear down to the fifth,
And hit that gas pedal with a hell of a kick,
I wanna feel the heat,
Your tires grip that street,
I like your straight-A style,
Can't wait another mile,

Whoa, the world ain't ending, but it might as well be,
Whoa, I'll rock you like the sea,
Buildings ain't crumblin', but they might as well be,
Whoa, so let's not think and just,

Move like you stole it,
Move, hurry,
Move like you stole it,
Make your move on me."

Kavalier and Clay - Lessons

So, I am re-reading “The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay” and I just love this line…

  “But Josef, like many boys of 19, was under the misapprehension that his heart had been broken a number of times, and he prided himself on the imagined toughness of that organ.”

 When I was younger (and even now sometimes), I remember feeling like this quite a bit. That all my crushes or what have you, were all these tragic love stories in which I was the lovable heroine who was jilted in love and not to blame for the crush never becoming more. I think as we get older we realize that we aren’t as tough as we always thought we were from our many “lost loves”, yet we realize that the loss is not as dramatic as we once thought it was either. This is probably because, as we get older and begin to have the heartaches that we romanticized about as children, we realize that what we imagined as toughness was merely ignorance and pride. And I don’t use those words to insult myself or anyone else as children. They are simply just words to describe the feelings.