I am dumbfounded by this song from Counting Crows. Utterly eloquent and, well, hits home bull's-eye.
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
Taffy-stuck and tongue-tied
Stutter-shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
Colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine
I'm feeling: this song on repeat mode.
I'm listening to: myself say the song's last line.
1 comment:
I love Counting Crows ... but I had never really stopped to listen to this song before. All their music has a haunting introspective quality. Even this one seems to be a song about emerging (a topic I always love), but, of course, preparing for any real change comes with an abundance of mixed feelings.
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