The Loudmouth Protestant

October 19, 2007

And I Wake Up Alone…

Filed under: dreams,love,music,relationships — nickisym @ 8:35 pm
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If you haven’t been able to tell, I listen very closely to my music. Just as the Spirit searches the deep things of God, I search for the deep meanings of the music I listen to. I believe there are way too many people that listen to music but they have no idea what the message is—and most times they don’t even know the words. They also have no idea how that message relates to them.

Some say that music has a spirit—be it good or bad—and I do believe that is true. Some of the music is made by troubled spirits yet it still delivers a poignant message. There is also music made by good spirits that doesn’t deliver anything. A perfect example of poignant music by a troubled spirit is “Wake Up Alone” by Amy Winehouse. Most of us know her story—if you don’t, she is addicted to drugs, not trying to go to Rehab and her career is suffering because of it. “Wake Up Alone” came to me this afternoon as I let my iPod shuffle my song library. My ears perked up when it began to play because I remember how I felt when I first heard the song. It caught me in a moment when I was being plagued by dreams of a man I knew. Today I listened with even more intent because I was reminded of Winehouse’s current troubles and how amazing her talent is. I hope above all hopes that she gets through this.

In the meantime, I will continue to appreciate her music and send her good thoughts. Here are the lyrics from her song “Wake Up Alone” off her sophomore album “Back to Black.”

It’s okay in the day I’m staying busy
Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I’m not drinking
Run around just so I don’t have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets

This face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone

If I was my heart
I’d rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I’m breathless
This ache in my chest
As my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now
My blood running cold
I stand before him
It’s all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me we bathe under blue light

His face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone

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