Who Knew?

I am a sucker for Coldplay. The first time I heard them I thought it was U2 I was listening to. Chris Martin makes no bones about his desire to be the U2 of this generation. I know that for me that makes perfect sense. The music, the ballads are reflective and I know the melancholy is abundant, but I love it. This band touches me. Fix You off of X&Y is another one that hits deep and floods me.  Martin’s voice isn’t perfect, instead it’s vulnerable which makes him believable. 

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Matchbox Twenty - Unwell (Video)

From the archives:  I posted this a while ago, and it has taken on yet another meaning. 

This song came out at a time when I felt very much like the lyrics suggest. I would hear it and at once feel like I understood the artist, and then immediately want to cry. Crying was good then, and so I turned to this tune on more than one occasion to pull me out, down, or up. It may be trite, but it worked.

UNWELL 

MATCHBOX TWENTY 

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown
And I don’t know why

[Chorus]

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be…me

I’m talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they’ve all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I’ve lost my mind

[Chorus]

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I’ve been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they’ll come to get me
Yeah, they’re taking me away

[Chorus]

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I’m just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I’m just a little unwell

You send me a message in the form of a  song,

I listen to you singing  all night long.

You know I can’t ignore it,

The ache is getting strong

It feels like any minute,

No matter right or wrong.

Fighting to contain it,

is oh so futile now.

Must be a way to get to you  

You know I will somehow.

Can you remember yearning

in the far depths of your soul.

When all that could sedate it

was blasting hard core Rock and Roll.

For that very moment

A frozen wisp of time.

You’re all I need to help me breath,

Is that some kind of crime?

You sent me a message in the form of a  song,

I listened to you singing all night long.

I still remember yearning

in the far depths of my soul.

When all that would sedate it

was blasting hard core Rock and Roll.


Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm

Jimi Hendrix is a legend for his groundbreaking guitar

playing.  In the few years he actually recorded music

he redefined rock and roll and made his contemporaries

wonder where this odd fellow had come from.

He also wrote some of the most interesting lyrics,  poetic

and evocative.  Studying him through various biographies

it is quite clear that most of his songs were written for his

mother, who had passed when he was a small child. This song

in particular was written for her.  It is my favorite song, with my

favorite lyrics, for it is a poetic expression of a great loss.  His words

however, are not so much sad as they are childlike, and wistful.

He imagines her in a magical place and keeps her memory alive

and vibrant, as she was said to be in life.  Thank you Jimi for

having so much heart and love in a world that did not always

show you either.

Little Wing 

WELL SHE’S WALKING, THROUGH THE CLOUDS

WITH A CIRCUS MIND THAT’S RUNNING WILD

BUTTERFLIES AND ZEBRAS AND MOONBEAMS

AND A FAIRY TALES.

THAT’S ALL SHE EVER THINKS ABOUT

RIDING WITH THE WIND. 

WHEN I’M SAD, SHE COMES TO ME

WITH A THOUSAND SMILES SHE GIVES TO ME FREE

IT’S ALRIGHT SHE SAYS, IT’S ALRIGHT

TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT FROM ME

…ANYTHING 

FLY ON LITTLE WING

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,

FLY ON LITTLE WING