. . . while listening again to Lucinda’s “West”
Music is meant to fill your senses, to catch you off guard and come to you in dreams. The words should haunt you with feelings, different shades of meaning, ideas, and random thoughts. All of these find expression at different times in your experience. Single phrases stand out.
“Are you alright?”. . . “Unsuffer me”. . . “I’m learning how to live without you in my life”. . .”secrets hold on ’til they finally give in”. . . “tears hand me a shovel”. . . “I love you mama you sweet”
These aren’t just lyrics—they are recalled moments. . . lived again with each sound.
