Oats in the Water

Music is so important to me. It moves me. When you're losing your mobility, that is so much bigger than it sounds.  I never believed I'd hear a song by chance. They inspire me too much. An intangible touch that sometimes pokes me to move, sometimes it's a much needed hug. And sometimes, it's this fire boiling in my blood. I have been so self-deprecating, apologizing all my life. Sometimes a song is the greatest "fuck you" just in time. I don't pick on people, soI don't let people pick on me anymore. I won't let them be my predetors. I'm not prey. Not food for the bored and easily amused.

I'm tired. So, I let the music blast. I take on the fire. As I should.

BUT, the greatest thing? Every song seems to connect me to people who are gone, but still loved. Sometimes, they just get me UP and push me forward. Music or lose it. But I swear it's the people who have gone, trying to reach me, through it. So I listen, like it's a prayer. In reverse. People beckoning me from beyond, the ones who are already there, to really HEAR. I honor them. It's serious. Let them be heard.

This is by Ben Howard. If you found it, I believe you needed it for some reason. May it lead you...to freedom. In whichever way you need it. We are all trapped in different ways, different stages. Some of us are still 4 years-old, stuck on what she's saying'. Staring at our plates. Never quite moved on from someone telling us we're let downs. Let the music lead you. When I listen to this one - it means I am in a fighting mood. And I don' want to need you, or anyone. I'm a feisty one. As is Ben. This is Oats in the Water and dag, I am so my father's daughter,

Go your way,

I'll take the long way 'round,

I'll find my own way down,

As I should.

 

And hold your gaze

There's coke in the Midas touch

A joke in the way that we rust,

And breathe again.

And you'll find loss

And you'll fear what you found

When weather comes

Tearing down There

It'll be oats in the water

There'll be birds on the ground

There'll be things you never asked her

Oh how they tear at you now

Go your way,

I'll take the long way 'round,

I'll find my own way down,

As I should.

And hold your gaze.

There's coke in the Midas touch.

A joke in the way that we rust,

And breathe again.

And you'll find loss

And you'll fear what you found

When weather comes Tearing down

There'll be oats in the water

There'll be birds on the ground

There'll be things you never asked her

Oh how they tear at you now