sometimes i stumble upon a song that has been sitting, un-played, in my music player and i’m just thrown. this is one of the simplest and truest of love songs i’ve heard in a long time.
it reminds me a bit of seventies love songs (or what do they like to call them on the informercials? the soft sounds of the seventies). perhaps it is the piano, which i have a weakness for, or just the feel to the song. it also reminds me a bit of ben folds’ the luckiest, both lyrically and yeah, the piano.
as a writer i am ever striving to find a way to say everything in the most concise of ways, but i’m wordy and i often write as much as i tend to talk…which is quite a lot. so, when i come across something that gives over emotion, feeling, and soul i tend to be deeply moved. this song is an example of that.
it reminds me a bit of seventies love songs (or what do they like to call them on the informercials? the soft sounds of the seventies). perhaps it is the piano, which i have a weakness for, or just the feel to the song. it also reminds me a bit of ben folds’ the luckiest, both lyrically and yeah, the piano.
as a writer i am ever striving to find a way to say everything in the most concise of ways, but i’m wordy and i often write as much as i tend to talk…which is quite a lot. so, when i come across something that gives over emotion, feeling, and soul i tend to be deeply moved. this song is an example of that.
“you and i were two old and tortured souls
repaired by a love of broken things
in a life, just some bodies growing old
no fear of the end, of anything
we’re just ordinary people, you and me
we’re just ordinary people, you and me
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