• June 7, 2011

    wooden heart

    I have loved this song for so long and for so many reasons. and if I could imagine the perfect images to go with it, these would be them.

    a small warning: maybe don’t watch this on a saturday afternoon in the middle of a crowded coffee shop. its beauty and honesty will make you cry. and then you may feel awkward when you look up and people are giving you odd looks of concern and confusion.

    but please watch it. as big as you can make it (all you have to do is click on the little arrows in the bottom right). and more than once. and then tell me what you think.

    back in march in the midst of regrouping, this song was getting me through so many things. in its own way, bringing order to the chaos I was feeling in and around me. and now here is the official video and I can’t really believe how great it is. and how well it fits into the images I had in my mind whenever the song played.

    thanks to my wonderful friend with the wonderful blog, I found it this weekend. it was actually directed by her super cool brother, whom I don’t know, but often wish I did because of how he captures light and details in videos like this one (and also in this one).

    I love his voice. the cadence of his tone and how it mixes with the words. I love the melody. the slightly distorted simplicity of it. I love the way he is honest and raw and slightly dramatic in a way I wish I could be sometimes. but mostly it’s those lyrics. lyrics like this: I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board. but also like this: but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change. and definitely like this: everything falls apart at the exact same time that is all comes together perfectly for the next step. how they show me life is broken. but also full of hope. and beauty. and a small glimpse of what is to come.




    One Response

    1. joyce says:

      It took me a few times listening to this – and reading the amazing lyrics – before I got it. Now, I love it. It is the essence of “spilling your guts”. The thoughts exploded from the poet’s brain till I feared for his safety. How long does something have to germinate in our hearts before it either enlightens us or kills us? Thanks Carrie

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