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Something gets lost when you translate. It's hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

She once said her songs were "mostly about myths, spirits, that kind of thing. Not fairies, stronger than that." Not fairies. Stronger than that: there's a fine phrase to bear in mind. Her lyrics are about the things that drive, or repulse, or empower the human spirit. Not escapism, in fact, but its exact opposite.

It's been the longest timeSince I've been in this place,Where I spend my whole dayHoping I'll see your face.Then I script things to say,And maybe what you'd say back.You don't know it yet,But, girl, it's a factThat I can see us Staying up late,Talking all night,But I guess I'll have to wait.'Cause it's brand-new,Yeah, I know we just met. I want to be there with you, But not just yet.Girl, you've got that look,Like you're hard to impress.So I'm bumbling with words,'Cause my mind is a mess.You were out of the blueAnd you caught me by surprise,With a slight smile, that long stare,And a challenge in your eyesI could feel all thisIn that single look,Like you could see my soul.You could read me like a book,And I think it's something.Though I know we just met,I'm gonna get there with you.You just don't know it ... yet.

Why be a king,when you can be a god?

Nobody__ right if everybody__ wrong...For What It__ Worth

Silence guides the mind...

Which one of us, went and fucked up?

Tonight we flyOver the mountainsThe beach and the seaOver the friends that we've knownAnd those that we now knowAnd those who we've yet to meetAnd when we dieOh, will we beThat disappointedOr sadIf heaven doesn't existWhat will we have missedThis life is the best we've ever had

We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves.

Coincidence makes sense only with you.

But at times words can be a dangerous addition to music _ they can pin it down. Words imply that the music is about what the words say, literally, and nothing more. If done poorly, they can destroy the pleasant ambiguity that constitutes much of the reason we love music. That ambiguity allows listeners to psychologically tailor a song to suit their needs, sensibilities, and situations, but words can limit that, too. There are plenty of beautiful tracks that I can__ listen to because they__e been __uined_ by bad words _ my own and others. In Beyonce's song "Irreplaceable," she rhymes "minute" with "minute," and I cringe every time I hear it (partly because by that point I'm singing along). On my own song "Astronaut," I wrap up with the line "feel like I'm an astronaut," which seems like the dumbest metaphor for alienation ever. Ugh.

Maybe the key to finding the perfect song is simply rewriting the lyrics.

You choke my throatWith words of wonderYou make it hard to breatheYour love's so coldJust like an arrowPierced through my skin I bleed

she said, these dead petals, honey, brought me here

Hey moon, please forget to fall down

I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once more than once so as not to see you see me react. Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on againso I could see you see me sincerely yelling back.

I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.

God bless us everyoneWe're a broken people living under loaded gunAnd it can't be outfoghtIt can't be outdoneIt can't out matchedIt can't be outrunNo