Your Name

I love how this song can mean so many things. Originally I had felt that it was between two people who grew into adults knowing each other. The weight of the world presses down upon them both. Not only current strains perhaps but also things from their past like hopes and defining moments (both good and bad.) Because of the experiences they may have shared, one lets the other know that they feel that burden too and its safe to share with them without judgement or anything else they may fear from someone else.

But then there is this that I thought of. There are people who you will never forget that have changed your life, events that have shaped you and careless thoughts that you have had in a certain moment that will never leave you. You alone are the only soul to have seen all of these things. Can the difference between who you are because of these things and who others see you as be two separate people? This song could be about the person shaped by their history and the outer person speaking with one another. “Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far.” Scars are a change that lasts forever, the past never being far is this person looking back at those moments of change. “You grew up way too fast and now there’s nothing to believe, And reruns all become our history.” This person looks at those moments of change over and over and over in their head, never living much farther than those events.

So who do you trust with this “real” you behind the person people see? “And now we’re grown up orphans that never knew their names, Don’t belong to no one that’s a shame. You could hide beside me maybe for a while, And I won’t tell no one your name.” This person’s past effected them differently than any teacher or parent could, being involved with those events made them like a tree growing in its own direction with no guidance, or at least no influence big enough to change the outcome. That inner person can hide behind that mask others see and pretend that this hidden person doesn’t exist, freeing their scars and baggage at least for a time. This person can take comfort in the fact that the skeletons in their closet aren’t out on display to the world.

“Did you lose yourself somewhere out there, did you get to be a star?” The inner person asks the other how their lives are going, if those dreams that were given up on still live. “Don’t it make you sad to know that life is more that who we are?” The outer person sympathizes with the other that they know its sad that they can’t really show the real self because they feel vulnerable and must use a facade for the world. “I think about you all the time, But I don’t need the same.” This outer person, the one that everyone sees, tells themselves, the “real” person, that those things that have made them have not been forgotten and that person thinks about the differences between the two of them all the time, the outer person won’t make them both into something that they are not.

“It’s lonely where you are come back down, And I won’t tell em your name.” Living in the past, recycling thoughts, memories and conversations in your head can be depressing and lonely. But because they are usually secrets to all but one person, these things of the past are safe from outside judgement by other people. The inner person, no one knows even exists and doesn’t even have a name to tell to others, unnamed because it shares the name of the outer person protecting it.

Such a beautiful song.

Your Hand in Mine

This song is magical. I feels like it can conjure up every memory of my life. But I feel like I really get my mind set on sad/bittersweet memories. I think about people that are no longer in my life that I wish still were. It honestly hurts to listen to. But I can’t stop because it’s so beautiful.

Blythe

Listen to yourself.
You are a music note
Woven together with countless others.
There is a symphony resting on your shoulders.
You are a letter,
An acrobat stretching yourself across the world
To form words.
To write novels, to pull tears from eyes
Or sculpt smiles.

You are as necessary as the first cry of a baby
Or the last train home.
You are important because you are one of billions,
Not in spite of it.

Rebekka’s Interpretation of Blink 182’s “I Miss You”

This song came out during my senior year of high school and it instantly resonated with me. I don’t like the band, but at the time the song got through to me. I had a pretty bad breakup, it was just out of nowhere, and we had talked about how it was gonna be us forever. I remember hearing this song around that time and it made me think of how my then-boyfriend felt.

The song is beautifully depressing. It’s like he’s calling out for his heartbreak but in the back of his mind he knows their love will never truly come back. He’s desperately calling out for that part of her that was so beautiful, but that part is dead and she’s now a new person who broke his heart. It’s like he’s caught in a median; he’s completely confused with this girl he loves that has changed. She’s just dead to him, and it’s like he’s being eaten from the inside out by the memories of her love.

The first verse is about the man reminiscing of how he met her. “Hello there, the angel from my nightmare”… this line says a lot, I interpreted it as his life not going well like he was depressed and had no one to go to. Then, when all hope was lost, he met her and fell in love, seeing her as an angel sent to save him. Her love being a brightness in the dark. The rest of it establishes how close they become, always being in contact, doing things their way, and wishing the time they have together will never end.

blink 182 i miss you
The second verse is him trying to sleep after she left him. “Where are you? And I’m so sorry; I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight”. He’s sitting there, knowing she’s gone but not used to her not being with him. He can’t accept what’s happened and at first tries to blame himself “I’m so sorry”. He tries to sleep but he can’t sleep. She’s the only thing on his mind preventing him from dreaming. “This sick, strange darkness, comes creeping up, so haunting over time”. He’s trying to get his mind off of her, but every time the pain creeps back up on him and finds him. “Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason”. He wants to call her and work things out, but he knows she won’t allow him, so he’s trying to resist. She promised to “live like Jack and Sally” and be there forever and now she’s going back on her promise, her “words of treason. “Will you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight!” He gives in to the pain and calls her but this time has lost all hope and simply begs for her to come back so he can stop hurting.

“Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head”. She feels bad for him and guilty for hurting him, so she offers him a friendship and tells him she still wants to be there for him. He doesn’t want this hollow friendship and tells her not to waste her time because all the loving things she said in the past were the only thing in his head. As the piano increases in speed he’s panicking, coming to the realization this fake friendship is all she has to offer and his memories of the two of them inside his head are all he’ll ever have. As it slows down again to echo the chorus it’s a bittersweet feeling, he is still heartbroken over losing her but finds some peace in the memories he has in his head and his heart.

Give To Me Your Leather; Take From Me My Lace

One of the BEST love songs ever. The lyrics are sensitive and touching without being the least bit sappy. The two voices are perfect for the song, and the music is beautiful in its own right.

Anyway, the lyrics seem to deal mostly with the fragile nature of the two people’s personalities. The title Leather and Lace says it all. His love is like leather, thick and tough, masculine. Like men themselves (hard muscles, hard…….elsewhere). Her love is like lace, soft and delicate, feminine. Like women (soft skin, softer facial features and again, soft elsewhere).

“Give to me your leather
;take from me my lace”

Yet he shows quite a bit of sensitivity and lack of confidence (“Sometimes I’m a strong man, Sometimes cold and scared, And sometimes I cry”) but knows that her love can help him get by. Whereas she seems to be of very strong character, and says so herself (I have my own life, and I am stronger Than you know”). She seems to appreciate his sensitive and fragile nature.

They are in love and will be forever.

Lovers forever face to face
My city your mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me my lace

Black

“I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a sun in somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, can’t it be mine”
– Pearl Jam “Black”

I no longer count the days that were washed away. But when I look back it’s a dark tunnel with nothing to portray. And when the sun goes down everyday, I spin off into a world were reality lifts. In a place where your hands trace my olive skin, my veins lighting up like a road map leading the way. My skin dances as you follow the curves and crevices. The warmth of your body blankets mine as what is mine becomes yours. Then your lips meet my ear as you whisper softly what I used to hear…

The melody of your voice carries away as the golden rays seep through the cracks of my room. And now my bitter hands are greeted by cold sheets on the other side of the bed. It takes a second to wake from the love I can’t hold onto. And I realize it’s just another morning without you here. Soon enough, another night…

It’s the quiet that hurts. It’s the ache that I feel when our favorite song comes on the radio. It’s me looking for you when I go out, every corner, every turn. It’s me going grocery shopping alone. It’s me at night waiting for a call that never comes. It’s when I pass by a restaurant that we used to eat at. It’s when I order my coffee that I got you hooked on. It’s the smell of bacon, it’s the sunset we used to watch, and the pictures I keep under my bed. It’s all the little ways I remember you. They haunt me everyday.

It’s our love turning black, fading away.