Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
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I've always wondered what it was about music that imbues it with such influence and sway over emotions. It seems to have the effect of magnifying, by frightening proportions, currently existing feelings in listeners. This is especially the case if by some means the music in question forms some sort of connection with the soul of the listener, either through its lyrics, or by its melody which might be related indirectly to a feeling close to their heart. This then logically results in an overflow of these exploding sentiments, very often manifested physically.
Songs are, essentially, words said to a tune. That is all. And yet they possess immense power over us in that it can stimulate the most crippling effects on our emotions, and as a result our mind and will are affected, often adversely (according to the physical task at hand), by the stimulus.
But we just keep on listening.
Bye.
Curse this weakness.
Songs are, essentially, words said to a tune. That is all. And yet they possess immense power over us in that it can stimulate the most crippling effects on our emotions, and as a result our mind and will are affected, often adversely (according to the physical task at hand), by the stimulus.
But we just keep on listening.
Bye.
Curse this weakness.
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