Hum Hallelujah

Foreword: The thoughts that follow may be disordered and confusing at times. I tried to make sense. I really did.
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"Hum Hallelujah"

One - Two - Three - Four.
How can something so simple make you believe in so much more?

It's been done before. Oh, we all know.

That same rock drum beat, where the (hopefully) co-ordinated drummer hits the snare on the two and four. It keeps the other instruments in line and essentially pushes them into rhythmic subordination. No one can emphasise the two and four but the snare. Some may argue that this role as the backbone belongs to the bass drum. But the bass drum is often flighty, in my opinion. Well, that is unfair. It sometimes keeps the one and three instead, right? Right. But no, not here. Hence the reason why I'm glorifying the almighty snare.

But then the guitar kicks in with it's discordant, "I thought I loved you."
(Because sometimes the guitar can sing words you can't hear over the distortion.)

And then the lyrics...

The bass and drum bridge section that tributes Leonard Cohen's original "Hallelujah" was done with hardcore-kids-turned-pop-punk class. And it brings the song up to a totally different level.
Knowing that the bassist overdosed on the anxiety medication Ativan while listening to Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah" gives a whole new meaning to the song. I'm not taking pleasure in someone else's pain; I'm actually promoting the opposite.

This song...
This song,
is saying "don't be me, don't make my mistakes".
A unique message to send into a world that just wants to FIT IN. But when did fitting in become giving in? Giving in to become someone you're not.

I often question how the bassist hits such clean notes when his technique looks so callous. But somehow, he's definitely on the ball.
(Lesson two in band dynamics: Make sure your bassist has the rhythmic skill of a drummer.)

This song makes me feel like I'm wrong. But in a good way.

It feels like closure.

Like all those times I looked your way and melted, were simply chemicals in my brain.
Because "I thought I loved you. But it was just how you looked in the light."

So is this how the beauty of freedom feels?

In the end...you can hear the passion.

The vocals are clean and earnest; they always are. There's even a few moments of falsetto that make you want to sigh in delight. The personality in each word is so tight. It's the perfect fit.

It's a love affair...

Of words and music intertwined. They're all on the same page emotionally, so it makes it all work. It's manipulative genius.

Or maybe it's just the right chord progression?

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So hum hallelujah
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light

A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Til tonight do us part"
I sing the blues
And swallow them too

Foolishly Optimistic

"There is thing keeping everyone's lung and lips locked. It is called fear and it's seeing a great rennaissance." - 'Sing' by The Dresden Dolls.

I'm afraid. I'm deathly afraid. To the point where I think I'm going to begin and then stop. Where I'm going to face the turning point and want to run. But there is no way back. Time doesn't stop and it definitely doesn't go backwards.

So,

I write.

I write and record. So maybe when I get to that turning point in my life, I'll still have the past there, to show for something. At least I'll have concrete proof that I lived. I don't want to be left with just empty spaces within my head. Empty boxes that say "memories deleted". Because I forget everything.

A slight exaggeration, I know, but really...my memory is not to be trusted. It plays it's own games, and twists things around, so that two years ago seems like five.

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"Just Sing." - 'Sing' by The Dresden Dolls

This is honesty:

I don't think I write in any diaries anymore because it's easier to type.

I don't think I write poems anymore because it's easier to blog.

I don't think I do my homework at home a lot, because it's easier to be lazy.

I'm never going to be the best. So people will always be disappointed in me.

I hate disappointment, so

...I don't give up easily
...so in the end it makes me

...foolishly optimistic.



Sometimes I "just sing". And sometimes I don't sing at all because of what people tell me about other people.

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"Love’s not good enough, I want photographs. Something that will stand the test of...time and time again." - 'Bank Of Boston Beauty Queen' by The Dresden Dolls.

How poetic.

I feel like I'm stuck.

Maybe it's the invisble box again?

Maybe it's a hole (no, not the band Hole...).

But really...

I have to finish this Religion Assignment but I'm blogging instead. Trying to see if this makes me feel any better.

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I don't want him to go.
No.
Why?
Don't make him leave, Lord.
This will be so weird.
I can't take it.
He can't leave.
Can he?
He's supposed to be here.
He's not meant to be the reason for my tears.
No.
I don't know what I'll do.
I'll cry and cry and cry.
Because I know he'll go.
He has to go.

...

He has to leave.

But he'll be back.
Why don't I think of the positive?
What am I going to do without him?

There'll.... be. just emptiness.
A cold.

He leaves in winter too.
How poetic.

<3Helena