Listen To The Band

The words have been taken directly from my heart, but I hear a stranger speak them. The singer's description of my experience is so unquestioningly accurate that I've started to wonder whether or not he's actually been following me around for the past several months... but then I realise that even if he had, he wouldn't have known my inner most thoughts... and I sadly remember now that he's dead anyway. A great voice of years gone by speaks out to me through an old record, and I wonder how things could be so similar in such different times. The wavering sound hits me in a way no-one around me today can. The way the world works has altered dramatically since the birth of the man I listen to now, yet his words ring as true as if written yesterday. I guess love has been the same throughout time... that undeniable, indescribable, something.

There are so many words and phrases in the world, and everyone has tried to describe love at some point, but even if an infinite amount of monkeys on an infinite number of typewriters will eventually write the complete works of Shakespeare, I wonder if they could ever fully articulate the feeling you get when you love someone, and they love you.

Songwriters, poets and novelists alike have all seen the power of love, and the destruction caused when it's taken away. The moment of heartbreak is as indefinable as the love itself, but it gets easier with time... at least that's what I'm being told. It certainly seems that the musicians know the severity of my pain, as their words of melodic verse sooth my empty chest, mending my broken heart... or at least distracting me for a while.

Some people think that love is a figment of the imagination, but I don't know. I wonder how it can be felt so strongly and never be real. I wonder if love means something different to each person, but I simply have no way of saying how I feel right now, so I look to those who have a way with words and the power to share their thoughts... I listen to the music of my generation and countless generations before me. I hear that the struggle is real, but when you find what you're looking for, it's worth the effort you put in. I hear that no two stories are the same, but equally you're never alone in what you feel. It brings a strange comfort to know that others have been through the feelings I have now, and have come out of it fighting. Music will keep me going, through good times and bad... And I think I'm going to be okay. As long as I listen to the band.