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Song Lyrics I Wanted To Post As Statuses in 2011

By all standards, at age 21, I am too old for some things. Besides being too tall to ride the kiddie rides at amusement parks and getting strange looks if I order off the children’s menu, I should really not post song lyrics as a status or a tweet.

Don’t lie, you know we all used to and have at some point in our lives written lyrics to show the internet how we were/are feeling. However, there has to be a line, right? We can’t be emotional middle-schoolers forever!

I know, I know, it’s not a big deal, but sometimes I just hear a line that’s so perfect and I relate to it and I want to type it out so badly!

Here’s my problem- I’m a music nut and more than anything I have those dramatic days when I just want to tell people how I’m feeling with a well-crafted lyric written by someone else. However, this gesture often seems childish and silly and so in trying to grow up, I resist as often as I can.

However, I have this blog, and this blog is, more often than not, used to get out a few words I can’t say anywhere else.

So, hypothetically, if I HAD posted a lyric-filled status in this great year of 2011, these would be just a few I might have used.

Lion-Haired Girl’s “Song Lyrics I Wanted To Post as Statuses (Stati?) in 2011”

(Also, each song title is a clickable link to a video/audio recording of the song if you want to hear for yourself! Enjoy!)

“‘I wanna do right, but not right now.'” Look At Miss Ohio, Gillian Welch

This song packs more emotion in these words than I thought possible in a whole conversation. It is the perfect line about being in this weird transition period of adulthood and trying to keep right amidst everything in this crazy world.

“A year from now, we’ll all be gone. All our friends will move away and they’re goin’ to better places, but our friends will be gone away. Nothin’ is as it has been and I miss your face like hell, and I guess it’s just as well, but I miss your face like hell. Rivers and roads, rivers til I reach you.”Rivers and Roads, The Head And The Heart

Basically a song to encapsulate the end of college. Oh, this song! I get an intense case of goosebumps every time I hear it and the harmonies that go along with the words.

“Lord, have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways.” Down In The Valley, The Head And The Heart

Let’s just say this year was a big year for The Head And The Heart and this lion. I say this phrase in my head at least 4 times a week.

“And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off! I am done with my graceless heart, so tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart, cause I like to keep my issues strong. It’s always darkest before the dawn.” Shake It Out, Florence + The Machine

For all those nights when I’ve just wanted to give up, but dance it out instead. Florence, you’re a lifesaver.

“I told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company, but that was love and it’s an ache I still remember.”  Somebody That I Used To Know, Gotye feat Kimbra

Gotye and Kimbra will stick in your brain and never leave it. The emotion in these harmonies? Crazy good. I haven’t been in this dramatic of a relationship, but something about this song just grips you.

“So with the angst of a teenage band, here’s another song about a gender I’ll never understand. If this is a rom-com, kill the director, please!”Kill The Director, The Wombats

YES. I’ve written about the magical powers of this song here, but if you’re ever frustrated with relationships and your life not measuring up to those fake-falling-in-love-movie-scenes that you’ve watched all your life, BLAST THIS SONG AND FIST-PUMP ALONG. Finally a frustrated not-in-love song! Have no shame.

“Somewhere between that setting sun, ‘I’m On Fire’ and ‘Born To Run’, you looked at me and I was done and we’re, we’re just getting started. When I think about you, I think about 17. I think about my old jeep, I think about the stars in the sky. Funny how a melody sounds like a memory, like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night; Springsteen.”Springsteen, Eric Church

Play this for any Bruce fan and see if they don’t feel something. Also, I got to meet Eric Church in Nashville and have so much respect for him now – he’s an incredible artist. Also, this song is pretty much a great deal of my life story. Good enough for me.

“I don’t wanna be laid down, no I don’t wanna die knowing that I spent so much time when I was young just trying to be the winner! Don’t care ’bout being a winner or being smooth with women or going out on Fridays and being the life of parties; no no no!”Losers, The Belle Brigade

I would like to dedicate this song to our generation- the one that feels like their lives aren’t worth anything if new Facebook pictures aren’t tagged of their ‘crazy’ Friday night parties every weekend. Be satisfied with your life, stop competing to win! Life is not a popularity competition! Throw your fist in the air to this song!

“Some say life will beat you down, break your heart, steal your crown. So I started out for God-knows-where, I guess I’ll know when I get there. I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.”Learning To Fly, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

I have listened to this song on nearly every highway and back road of Texas and Tennessee highways, half-singing the lyrics and half-praying for the future. It’s a song that I’ve had in my back pocket for years and always cheers me up and helps me get a little perspective on life. It’s a song that makes me feel safe and like I’m where I need to be. That, and it sounds so good blasting with the windows rolled down.

“Home is wherever I’m with you.”Home, Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

The most simple but the most true. This is the type of song I will always wish I’d written myself. The sentiment applies to my friends, my family and my savior, and I guarantee you can’t play this song and not smile. Try it.

What’s a song lyric that you wanted to post As A status (or did post, if you’re brave!) this year? I love hearing new music!

Crushed

I think I just must be allergic to “crushes”.

I realize that writing that sentence is the closest to Carrie Bradshaw that I’ve ever sounded, but I’m feeling that it is true. I don’t write this blog from a sappy doe-eyed girl perspective on relationships, (although I have been there once or twice) but I just feel like admitting it- I find it hard to just ‘like’ someone all of the sudden. And I don’t say this from a temporarily-scorned-i’ll-never-love-again point of view, I really mean that if my history shows anything, it’s that I don’t get all jumpy jittery and crush-crazy over boys. Not notably often, at least. We can call this a white girl problem, but hey, this blog is my tiny corner of the internet, and so I will illuminate it with whatever is on my mind, and today it’s this predicament.

I know people who say they get this “crush” feeling too often or just accept it as a part of life, but I feel like I’m neither or like I’m doing something wrong for not constantly having a beau to talk about or steal gazes from or dream of. However, feelings can’t be manufactured, and so I’m stuck being somewhat comfortable on my own.

I mean, I do love people; I do have feelings, I swear! My family takes up a huge part in my heart, my friends make me sing happy-go-lucky songs about them, and most of my favorite songwriters evoke feelings of attachment. Heck, I even write little love letters to SONGS. But for some reason, I happen to lack the crazy butterfly-like rush, or at least its popular frequency.

I feel like I’m supposed to be more boy-crazy. Does this sound crazy on its own? DOES THAT MAKE ME CRAAAZY?

I can count my so-called past ‘crushes’ of my short 20 years on one hand.  I’d go as far to say that I feel like I relate to Cady Heron and her African love ‘Nfume’ in this sense. Take that as you may.

So, now that you’ve made it this far into this post, you must be wondering- why am I jumping all over the place with my words and emotional run-on sentences? Two words: The Wombats.

Yes, I’ll blame this fantastic song by The Wombats that has been on repeat for days for bringing it out of me, so, internet, turn up your speakers and let me lay it on you-

THIS IS NO BRIDGET JONES!

Maybe I was spoiled by movies and tricked by tv shows into thinking I should have my own complicated love triangle happening by now. Maybe it’s because I’m at the age where I’m apparently supposed to have my five-year plan mapped out, including my picturesque wedding and marriage. Maybe it’s because for years I wanted to have someone to giggle about at 7th grade sleepovers but lacked a muse. Maybe it’s because I have to keep promising myself that I’m not a freak for not giving my little affections away so easily.

But all I have to say is that-

IF THIS IS A ROM-COM, KILL THE DIRECTOR!

Because, honestly, I just have to think that it’s not about ‘crushes’ and mind games and that I’m NOT weird for not constantly having someone I dream about.

When and if this whole stomach-butterflies-flapping-and-crushed -to-the-ground event happens, I’m serious when I admit that you’ll find me with my eyes glazed over, listening to Ella Fitzgerald on my record player and sighing and giggling like a lucky sap should, but for now, I’m not there. And after all, I’m sure you’d much rather read coherent sentences rather than “OMGHEISSOHOTANDPERFECT<3<3” over and over again.

……right?

(And internet, I promise you that when this rare crush feeling stumbles upon me, rest assured that I do turn into a bumbling idiot. Did that happen this week unexpectedly and maybe prompt me saying all of this in the first place and remaining confused? Ehh, I’ll let you decide, internet. But aren’t you glad you read the small text? So illuminating, I know.)