The power of music

Ever since I can remember, music has had amazing power over my emotions. Although I do not keep up with the local music seen, what's new, or much of anything like that, when I hear good music it really speaks to me. Also, I'm a lyric person. Discovering this caused me to realize why my hubby and I have such different musical tastes. He is able to hear instrumental nuances and amazing bass beats that go right over my head; simultaneously, I am broken apart by powerful words, even if the instrumental part is less than exciting. Generally speaking, I like "chill" music. You know the type: acoustic, calm, with a lead singer that potentially hasn't bathed in a week... I also like female artists, who generally do bathe on a regular basis. For some reason, God has recently been laying on my heart the importance of music in my life. I love it. I am energized by it. I am touched by it. I am challenged by it. The timing of this couldn't be better (God kinda works that way) since I got a new car stereo system for Christmas; I can plug my iPod into it and jam to whatever I have on there. Thus, I am also figuring out this whole iTunes site and realizing that whatever kind of music I like is right at my fingertips.

Hope Community Church--where you can find me most Sunday mornings--has an amazing worship band. They often try new things and play songs that I am unfamiliar with. When I hear something that speaks to me, I make a note of it in my cell phone. Over the past year or so, these little notes have been piling up and generally ignored. So, today, I am sifting through them and finding the ones that I really like on iTunes. One that I find absolutely incredible is a song called "Ten Dead Dogs" by Wild Sweet Orange. The lyrics are below the video, since the words are AMAZING.



Lyrics to "Ten Dead Dogs"
I saw ten dead dogs on the side of the road
driving late last night to your apartment
and I thought it was an omen
so I headed on back home and
walked in circles 'round my room
alone.

And Oh my God, is this really what you want?
Would you tell us if it's not?
And could you rewrite the plot
and come and get us?
Yeah, come and get us.

Shivering cold, I woke up in water
and wrapped myself around the toilet seat.
I spoke in tongues and took all my clothes off.
The tops of my fingers
touched the tops of my toes

And Oh my God, is this really what you want?
Would you tell us if it's not?
And could you rewrite the plot
and come and get us?
Cause we can't stop doing
what we think we want,
even though we know it's not.
This place is merely a subplot
to come and get us.

I've never felt this way before.
Am I running away from what
I've always been running towards.
Belief, believe in me, cause I don't know
if reason's ever gonna see why love
would come to die,
to leave.

Oh my God, is this really what you want?
Would you tell us if it's not?
And could you rewrite the plot
and come and get us?
Cause we can't stop doing
what we think we want,
even though we know it's not.
This place is merely a subplot
to come and get us.

I watched the sky turn from blue
to black to red and yellow too
before the purple dawn was filling up my room.
And for a brief moment,
I heard the whole earth groaning
like there was something
that it needed me to do

[ Ten Dead Dogs Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]