More Lyrics of Me

A couple of months ago I posted about seeing myself in the lyrics of some songs I heard that day. I was surprised at the pattern I detected and that some of the artists of those songs were so different from me, yet sang experiences that resonate so closely to my own life. One of my readers, an author whose work I admire a lot, posted a comment that when we become aware of these types of patterns, we’re supposed to pay attention to what they reveal about our path forward. I find that concept both unnerving and intriguing.

So when I felt the same resonance with lyrics of some weird, and at least one relativity obscure, songs I’ve encountered recently, as well as an oldie that’s almost an anthem by now, I thought I’d post again.

I still haven’t sussed out what the message is or what path is being revealed, but it’s interesting to note when and in which songs I recognize myself. Here are four lyrical places in which I found at least parts of me:

Who Needs Sleep? by Bare Naked Ladies

My hands are locked up tight in fists

My mind is racing filled with lists

Of things to do and things I’ve done

Another sleepless night’s begun…

Who needs sleep?

(well you’re never gonna get it)

Who needs sleep?

(tell me what’s that for)

Who needs sleep?

(be happy with what you’re getting

There’s a guy who’s been awake

Since the Second World War)

American Girl by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

Well she was an American girl

Raised on promises

She couldn’t help thinkin’ that there

Was a little more to life

Somewhere else

Missing Piece by David Choi

There’s a missing piece

Inside of me

Trying to figure it out

But it amounts to nothing

I want to realize

But nothing I find

Ever feels like the real thing

Can you empathize?

I don’t know

What I’m looking for

But I’ll know

When I find it

I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor

I’ve got all my life to live

And I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive

I will survive

They’re little snapshots of parts of my mind and life, these lyrics. Some are melancholy and some just fun. They’re not all of me, but the hopefulness in that last one is closest to my heart right now. It’s what I’m focusing on, building on.

Have a great weekend, all. I hope it’s filled with great, hopeful things.

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