I’m such a lyrics person. But of course, right? I write poetry. I was an English Lit major. Words speak to me. I love a clever turn of phrase. I love repeating it and twisting it around my brain.
A few weeks ago I turned the car on and when the radio turned on I heard this, “is she not more than the curve of her hips? Is she not more than the shine on her lips?” And before I knew it the song was over but I was hooked. Downloaded it and listen to it daily.
If you don’t know this song you absolutely should:
True Sadness by the Avett Brothers
Listen to it more than once. Let the words settle into your bones. We all have it within us.
Have a gorgeous Saturday, dear friends.