This song is beautiful in its way, and it makes me think of a marriage that lasts and sees it through despite the tough times.
This old routine will drive you mad
It’s just a mumble never spoken out loud
And sometimes you don’t even know why you loved her.
Well you look at her now, and you see why.
I used this part for a prompt not long ago. It inspired a ficlet for a pairing I didn’t read, but it did inspire, so that’s something. I also chose to use it myself for my own fic.
This old routine will drive you mad
It’s just a mumble never spoken out loud
Sometimes you don’t even know how you’re still standing.
Well she looks at you now, and you see how.
Well you look at her now, and you know how.
Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.
I had a hard time writing anything for this song. I love it, but it hits too close to home.
You sit and stare out at the rain
Or bury yourself in your books
Don’t look at no strangers
No, don’t give them any looks
I’ve always had a problem with eye contact and dealing with other people. So I wouldn’t want to look at strangers and used to hide in books all the time.
Why you ask yourself, why you’re so afraid
Why you hesitate when someone asks your name
They’ll come too close if you tell them the truth
I have had and shed many pen names over the years and I have also found myself thinking that my name didn’t fit me. I never liked my middle name, but more recently I was signing things at work and found myself tripping over the name I was using because it wasn’t me. I didn’t know how to explain that to anyone, though. I tried, I considered renaming myself, but I didn’t find anything I liked or that felt like it fit (well, I did get a new pen name, but that I will discuss later.)
And the only man you ever loved
You thought was gonna marry you
Died in a car accident when he was only 22
Then you just decided, love wasn’t for you
And every year since then
Has proved it to be true
No, there was no car accident and no man I loved that died, but I have mostly come to accept that I will be single for the rest of my life. I don’t enjoy doing the things it takes to meet people (not even sure I like people when I’m honest about it) and I don’t consider myself a good prospect. Plus, my idea of an ideal marriage mate seems impossible when I think about it.
Now you’re just a shell of
Your former you
That stranger in the mirror
Oh, that’s you
Why’d you look so blue?
I can answer the last one easily enough: I have depression. I know this. And a lot of times, especially around a certain arbitrary date each year, I look back at my life and feel like I’ve accomplished nothing and all the things I thought I’d have and where I’d be by now never happened and seem impossible.
Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.
I admit that I’m not as familiar with this song as I am many others on the album. I wasn’t sure at first that I’d know what to pair up with it.
This part, though, is all I really needed:
In the hearts of men
In the arms of mothers
In the parts we play to convince others
We know what we’re doing
We’re doing it right
I did also like this:
But when there is no use
And the lights are all out
I just give it up and I walk home
and this:
I still try to speak up but my voice won’t make a sound
And I thought it all over too many times
Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.
This song has such nice lyrics, so many ficcable pieces.
I wanted to use this part of the song at first, but I couldn’t make it work:
Oh, the bitter winds are coming in
And I’m already missing the summer
Stockholm’s cold, but I’ve been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather
And then I wanted to do this part and came closer to it:
When it’s you I find like a ghost in my mind,
I am defeated, and I gladly wear the crown
This suggested yet another story to me, though it didn’t make it down on paper:
But I’m holding back, that’s the strength that I lack
Every morning keeps returning at my window
And it brings me to you and I won’t just pass through
But I’m not asking for a storm
I thought it would be simple to use these lyrics:
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
Strangely, it wasn’t. I ended up using none of the above.
I may have to come back and do this part, too:
And yes I might have lied to you
You wouldn’t benefit from knowing of the truth
I was frightened but I held fast
I need you now at long last
Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.
I think it could turn into dozens if not hundreds of fics. I’m pretty sure I used it to prompt others, though that was a long time ago. I’d even quote the lyrics for the whole song because I love almost all of them.
Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
The fact that they’ve been blindly deceived
By those who preach and pray and teach
But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter
This is the part I believe I prompted others with, though I could apply it to many of my own characters:
Well I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable
That I could read you just like a book
For now I can only guess what’s coming next
By examining your timid smile
And the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back ’round
I chose this part to do the first part of my album challenge:
Sometimes I wish I could find my Rosemary Hill
I’d sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I’d sing
And every once in a while I’d sing a song for you
That would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea
And if I wanted it to it would lead you back to me
And the lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
Is something that I have heard before
A children’s tale, the lonesome wail of a lion’s roar
That does remind me of my own childhood and a certain set of books in particular.
Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.
