Sunday, August 19, 2012

First train home

It's pretty uncommon for music that I like to have lyrics that really speak to me.  The music that I enjoy usually either is instrumental, or more often than not speaks of topics that aren't really relevant to my life, like a lot of heartbreak or violence or promiscuous women in dance clubs.  I live my life in such a way to avoid all of those sorts of things.

Some songs get pretty close, like Atlantic by Keane—it's a song about a fear of growing old alone and one of my favorite songs ever, but while it's something I certainly understand, and it's a beautiful song that I find touching, they aren't lyrics that really speak to me.  That's not really a fear I have.  I don't ever feel lonely.  But Imogen Heap is one artist who has several songs that I identify with on some level, which is several more than just about every other artist.

First Train Home is a song about feeling isolated and awkward at a party, getting tired of the obnoxious behavior of the drunk people there, and wanting nothing but to get on the first train home.

Yet no one cares to notice
For all their yamming on
I clam up to hold it together

So what? I'm not that much fun to be with...
So what? You've got a silly hat on...
So what? I didn't want to come here anyway

Goodnight and Go is a song about having a crush on someone she sees frequently and constructing elaborate fantasy scenarios in which the heating goes out and she has an excuse to get close to him.  (She also follows him home and watches him through a window but that's neither here nor there...)

Why'd you have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well

One of these days, you'll miss your train and come stay with me
You'd sleep here, I'd sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
(At my convenience)
We'd be good, we'd be great, together

Hide and Seek is a song about the aftermath of being hurt, and then after her initial sadness she retreats into annoyed sarcasm.

Mmm, whatcha say?
Mmm, that you only meant well?
Well, of course you did...
Mmm, whatcha say?
Mmm, that it's all for the best?
Of course it is...
Mmm, whatcha say?
Mmm, that it's just what we need?
You decided this?

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