Me, earlier today.

Today, I’ve been recuperating by singing along with some old favourites. I love many kinds of music but, ultimately, it’s the lyrics of songs that I most connect with. If you’d been round mine today, you would have heard me yowling:

“Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free”

“I’m going back to the place I was born, my favourite hood”

“Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way”

“This is why every day is the same, every day this silence seems to say”

“What happened to our love, it used to be good?”

“How can this be love if it makes us cry?”

“You were too busy steering the conversation toward the Lord”

“And you said, ‘Your life’s too good to be true, I think I’ll ruin it for you'”

“I got mad at the kids who ran away until I ran away myself”

“Clothes and records on the floor, the memories of the night before”

“I got the music, I got the lights, you got the figure, full of delights”

“There is no choice, what I must do, nothing is greater than to be with you”

“Wish I could be dancing now in the arms of the girl I love”

“You see, you’re the only star in the film I never made”

“I’m looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find”

“Well, you didn’t wake up this morning ’cause you didn’t go to bed, you’ve been watching the whites of your eyes turn red”

“Saw it written and I saw it say, pink moon is on its way”

“Metropolis has nothing on this, we’re breathing in fumes I taste when we kiss”

“Who needs money when you’re funny?”

“All the buildings I have loved are barely standing, all the children, too young and thin, sing bamboo music”

“Don’t kid yourself you’ve seen it all before, a million mouths have said that too”

“When the cat befriended the mouse, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house”

“I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell…”

“So send me a man from Argentina to make me the happiest girl in the world”

“If I’ve no faith in my bus timetable, how can I have faith in the holy bible?”

“There’s a golden boy inside you, not a punched-out tramp”

“I kind of cover myself up, can I come and watch you strut?”

“Step down from the balcony, son, the seagulls may well take you”

“I killed the party again, I ruined it for my friends.”

“In my mind and in my car, we can’t rewind, we’ve gone too far”

Now, you could google those, of course, but is there any point? If you don’t recognise them straight away, discovering where they’re from won’t mean anything to you. There are a lot of ’80s-tastic songs there because that’s when I first got into music independently of my folks. And there’s also a lot of recent Swedie indiepop because, obviously, Sweden owns pop music at the moment.

I can’t fully explain how much a day of singing all these fantastic lyrics has cheered me up. There’s something that a perfect lyric does to me that nothing else can equal. I think the happiest I am in my life is when I’m singing faultless songs! 😀

Now… if you had a similar lyric-therapy day, what would you pick?