"I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
I should've stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference
between attraction and connection.
I can see all of my friends and
I break into empty buildings,
When the coast was clear,
With backpacks full of beer,
We'd throw our bottles from the rooftops
At this city-it looked endless.
Guess I still don't see the difference
between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.
And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
With all these stranger boys and girls,
“We'll change the world!” We sang,
“We'll change the world!” But,
Nothing seems to change and
They say none of them will listen,
But I still see much more power in that basement
than in worthless politicians.
And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them throw us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we never knew the difference
between the feeling and the sound.
Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It's not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your name beside mine
on my gravestone when I'm dead.
And when we are dead let our voices carry on
To find a better song.
To find a better song and sing along."
There are many parts of this song I would like to write about.
Each stanza has something powerful in it, which is a reason I like this band a lot.
In the first stanza, he talks about the difference between attraction and connection and how he wants to paint a picture of it. Don't we all? When we are in that moment where we feel truly connected to someone and not just physically attracted to them, we just want to capture it. Because nothing can or has captured it.
Second stanza he says he doesn't see the difference between real purpose and urgent adolescence. I love this line, because when is purpose better defined than when in your youth? Your dreams are endless, just like the city he is looking down on. You feel like you can accomplish anything, and whatever God has put you here to do, you feel as though you will accomplish it. But when you get older and get your "real purpose" it is often so much different and less fulfilling. But your true purpose you found in adolescence. Youth have the power to change the world.
Third stanza he talks about the powerful energy of a group of strangers that come together (this sounds like he is at a sweet concert or something) and have a huge desire to change the world and he sees more potential in them to change the world than in "worthless" politicians. Hah, that's awesome. Because dang it, it it's true. I see so much more change happening through those who see an injustice and bring it to light and do something about it than I see our government doing. The only way they seem to be able to handle problems is with the army, and our political system is corrupted by these democrats and republicans who are more loyal to their parties than to the interests of the nation in general or their ethics. Gah.
Fourth stanza he says love of life and tension and the feeling and sound of shattered bottles. There needs to be tension in our life because we should be fighting for what we believe. This will bring on pain, verbally (the sound of bottles) and sometimes physically (the feeling of bottles) and emotionally (both). I guess. This one makes sense in my mind, but not quite written out...
Last stanza "It's not the petty imperfections that define us but the way we hold our hearts and the way we hold our heads." Don't remember my mistakes, my rusty parts, but remember how I fought through those mistakes and how I fought through my imperfections to achieve that which I one day achieve. And for you, if you have these imperfections and faults and rusty pieces, don't let them define you. Become more than that, hold your head and heart up high, fight through it, and do what God has you here to do. Like the second stanza.
Word.
Great song, even though a little different, still great.
I other news, my cast is off and I now have a brace, but here is my arm!
Also, I have been saving these gifs up for a new blog, but I haven't blogged in awhile so here they are all at once.
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| Ibrohimovic is a beast. |
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| Gazelle gets owned. |
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| Yup |
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