August 11th, 2000

Fortitude in Snow

What do *you* hear in these sounds? (Insight is personal)

Wow, I *love* this song. So simple and so direct. It describes me in a certain way that not much else does. And Dar is just so... singable. :-)

For today's contribution, enjoy the lyrics. Maybe soon I'll put a link to the page where you can *hear* it.


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I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak,
I go and I find the one and only answer every week.
And it's just me, and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty-minute hour.

And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent.
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent.
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself
And she says,

Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?

I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing,
And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving.
And she says "Oh," I say, "what?" She says "Exactly,"
I say, "What, you think I'm angry?
Does that mean you think I'm angry?"

She says, "Look, you come here every week
with jigsaw pieces of your past.
It's all on little soundbytes, and voices out of photographs.
And that's *all yours,* that's the guide, that's the map.
So tell me, where does the arrow point to?
Who invented roses? and

Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
And Ooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?

And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think,
That it only makes you selfish, and in love with your shrink.
But, oh, how I loved everybody else,
When I finally got to talk so much about myself.

And I wake up, and I ask myself what state I'm in.
And I say, well, I'm lucky 'cause I am like East Berlin:
I had this wall, and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks,
and I could hear their radio.

And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing.
And they'd know that I was scared;
they would know that I was guessing.
But the wall came down, and there they stood before me,
With their stumbling and their mumbling
and their calling out, just like me.

And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
The stories that nobody hears,
And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
I collect these sounds in my ears,

And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
That's what I hear in these sounds.
And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
That's what I hear in these,
that's what I hear in these sounds.

"What Do You Hear In These Sounds?" -- Dar Williams