".. til we let ourselves in."
via exposure compensation
He's talking songwriting, sure, but this makes me feel a lot better about myself.
I often get down on myself for procrastinating, chiding myself for laziness, calling myself a do-nothing, but then I'll have an intense burst of creativity seemingly out of nowhere. Procrastinating is very hard to distinguish from ruminating. I'd like to just call them synonymous and be done with it, but unfortunately the world works on deadlines and people want their favorite artists to make new stuff NOW!
I'm slow, I think about stuff a long time before I lift a finger, and I rewrite stuff that other people might consider finished. It looks like I'm avoiding work, and I joke about it, but I'm working.
via the lead singer of The Long Winters via maximumfun via aswoba
dim just reminded me of one of my favorite Bright Eyes songs....
So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone, and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna to grow.
And when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself it is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope.
That's why I'm singing baby, don't worry cause now I've got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass, and I will keep you company through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall, then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
Always makes my eyes well up a bit and leaves one of those little lumps of appreciation in my throat.