I don’t always listen to lyrics. I admit it. I love music and often get caught up in the instrumental parts of the song, dissecting each melody. I rarely ever sing the correct words. I’ve been known to just insert whatever I hear. For example, when I first heard U2’s “Mysterious Ways,” I immediately loved it and went to buy the album. When I walked into my local music store and asked for “Mr. Eastways,” the salesman looked at me like I wore a straitjacket. I sang the line, “She moves in with Mr. Eastways,” and he laughed. True story.
The other day, a friend and I were sharing music as we often do, and I ended up listening to a song on repeat. That happens to me a lot. When I fall in love with a song, I become obsessed with it. After a few times, I actually listened to the lyrics, and it was almost like a ghost whispered in my ear. Chills, right?
Here’s the song:
One of my best friends lost her eighteen year old son in a car accident just over six months ago. As I listened to the song, I thought of her. And him, so I sent her the link. She responded immediately, thanked me, and told me she loved me, that he was on her mind all day, which I’m sure was no different from the day before that or two days before. One day I will write a post about what happened to her just before she listened to the song, but that’s a different story.
The thing about music is that it can speak different things at different times. If you listen to the words, “Be still, and know that I’m with you,” you can almost insert it into any part of your life. A lullaby to a sleepy child, a loved one who you don’t get to see every day, a message to a grieving mother, or as the case was today for me: a message to a mother, my mother, who is in the beginning stages of Dementia.
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