I got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match

Music. Feelings. Music. Friends.

Music.

Joka aamu kun istun linja-autossa matkalla kouluun, tarvitsen sulosointuja korvissani. Jos olen unohtanut nappikuulokkeeni kotia, päiväni on pilalla. Rakastan rakastua musiikkiin aamu aamulta, päivä päivältä yhä enemmän. Istua synkkänä aamuna pehmeällä linjurin penkillä, katsella ohitse kiitäviä maisemia. Rumia, ränsistyneitä taloja, kauniita lumen peittämiä pihoja, isoja mäntyjä, poliisiaseman pihalla seisovia spurguja, jotka viranomaiset ovat päästäneet putkista ulos huono-onnisen illan ja yön jälkeen, idyllisiä rivitaloja, vanha kioski, alhaalla kaartava kulunut rautatie, kolmannet liikennevalot... Musiikki on osa minun aamurutiiniani, en kirjaimellisesti käynnisty ilman, että Rachael Yamagata hönkäilee ihania sanoja korviini, Melissa Etheridge potkii motivaatiotani kattoon, Brandi Carlile rentouttaa sanoillaan.

Oh, the long nights in the small room
With the big dreams, oh Indiana
You're only dying here
And they don't understand


Yeah, it's a tough road but you start slow
And before you know it you're not alone
Looking for a place called home anywhere
Oh Indiana

Time of day I can't recall

The kind of thing that takes it's toll

Over years and over time

Over smiles and over wine

All in all it wasn't bad

All in all it wasn't good

But I still care

That's the problem with the days

They're never long enough to say

What it is you never said

All the books you never read

I throw myself into the wind

Hoping somebody will pick me up

And carry me again

There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills...

Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home...

And I built a home

For you

For me

Until you disappeared

From me

From you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...