...is just like trying to smell the color 9. And nine's not a color. And even if it were you can't smell a color. That's my point exactly."
"I would take no for an answer just to know I heard you speak."
"Sing out with joy for the brave little boy who was God, but he made himself nothing. Well he gave up his pride, and he came here to die like a man..."
(This song is from the best Christmas CD ever - Andrew Peterson's Behold the Lamb. Listen here.)
I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas!
She's got talent. Undeniable, outstanding talent. Not only did Taylor Swift write or co-write every song on her debut album, but her voice is real; nothing like the high-pitched falsetto sound that comes from many female singers. At age 16 she burst on the scene with her hit single, Tim McGraw. Sweet song, like most (but not all!) on her first album. Well written, catchy, enjoyable...but relatable? Not for me. All but three of the fourteen tracks on Taylor Swift are about boys. This leaves me in a quandry. I am fond of Taylor's voice, and I enjoy country pop. But in order to really love a song, I think you have to connect. Feel it. Empathize with it. Being a girl who isn't currently into dating, I honestly don't understand the song I'm Only Me when I'm With You. When Our Song or Picture to Burn comes on the radio, I can sing along, but I can no more relate to getting a dozen roses (or planning revenge against a guy!) than I can to walking on the moon.
Got the radio on, my old blue jeans/And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve/Feeling lucky today, got the sunshine/Could you tell me what more do I need/And tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah/But that's ok
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know/I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on/I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world