Music has a power for most of us. Whether it is just a background in our lives or part of our soul. From the lullabies sung to us as children to the songs played at our funeral… Music is a strong part of life.
My great grandfather on my father’s side owned a country radio station when I was a kid. I got to spend a lot of time there, and doing various events for the station. It made the connection to music stronger for me.
I know many writer’s need music to help with the writing. For me I zone into the words and everything fades into the background. Still I think that music is something that I should acknowledge as a major part of sharing “me” with all of you. So that being said… I have decided to adding to the Tuesday rotation Tuesday Tunes. Tuesday Tunes will be where I choose a song that is sparking my attention and give you a link to the YouTube video, the lyrics, and maybe my thoughts. Obviously I will not be doing this every Tuesday but it will likely be a option that I will be doing.
Today, I want to start with a song that my daughter got stuck in my head.
Emily Finchum – Bones
Bones
Emily Finchum
[Verse 1]
Sometimes they find whole skeletons
Dug up from down below
They put the bones where they don’t fit
To make one of their own
[Verse 2]
They’re so set on what they want
The bones aren’t put where they belong
They go and put it on display
And say they’re anything but wrong
[Pre-Chorus]
You took the bones of a Tyrannosaurus Rex
And said that it was human
Now it’s needlessly complex
[Chorus]
The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you’re so logical but you’re barely making sense
You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head
[Verse 3]
They dig them up from ruins
From things of long ago
Then they take your words and bury them
Six feet down below
[Verse 4]
They’re so set on what they think
They fail their archaeology
Instead, they’re just hypocrites
Who don’t make apologies
[Chorus]
The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you’re so logical but you’re barely making sense
You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head
[Bridge]
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”
[Chorus]
The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you’re so logical but you’re barely making sense
You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head (2x)
[Bridge]
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”
Thoughts ~ this song speaks to my introverted nature. It talks about the falseness that seems to permeate society today. It has an interesting beat.
Pattimouse 