Music.

I love listening to music. Just.. the way it makes me feel, I don't know, it is something I myself, cannot comprehend. Unfathomable, are the emotions. Unexplainable, the feelings.

You can breathe, you can breathe now, you can breathe but the air is running out.

(Jack's Mannequin - MFEO: Made For Each Other)

See, to me, these lyrics tell a story of somebody, who has been through a really hard time and are finally achieving peace and happiness, but, its too late now, for they are about to die, or something is about to happen to tear them apart again. Like, their happiness will be short lived.. and as soon as they get over something, something bad happens again. I guess, to me, it captures the true essence of life.. the beautiful times are short and amazing, and you spend the rest of your time healing, and trying to cope with all your emotions, however ridiculous they may be.

Some of the most amazing lyrics, I think, are written by Jesse Lacey, of Brand New. Take the song Sic Transit Gloria.. Glory Fades for example;

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking from head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
"This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.

"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for sss...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

See, when you first hear this song, or read the lyrics, your instincts will tell you its about sex. On the surface, yes, it is about sex.. but it's also about so many other things. That's what I love about this song, how you can relate it to a million other things.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I love Brand New.

Everyone should listen to them at least once. <3