That Song in my Head

I'm not sure how others get inspired, but if I can get a beat, some lyrics and a rhythm, I almost instantaneously get a stream of ideas flowing in my head. Music speaks to me in a way that other mediums simply cannot. Heck, I wrote an grade 11 Great Gatsby essay to a Kanye West song. Yes, for two hours I listened to one song on constant repetition, and it was evident that by the end of my conclusion that I did not want to hear that song again for a long time. But it was the strength of the words and beat that kept my writing punctuated and the ideas flowing until they were actualized with ink. Now when that song comes onto my iPod, I cannot help but be mentally transported back to that classroom to the point where I can faintly feel the cramp in my hand from nonstop writing.

As I was driving back from visiting a friend out of town, I popped in the Hayley Sale's CD "When the Bird Became a Book". It was, needless to say, a refreshing change from the generic Top 40s tunes that frequent the radio and the mix CDs that my sister sneaks into my car. So as a mood-booster on this Wednesday, known affectionately as Hump Day, here are the lyrics to my favourite song: "When the Bird Became a Book".

I see smiles and tangled hair

And finger-painted window sills

Clouds the world they say is real

I've tried to see their way

But now I've found that up is down

Circles don't lead back around

Something lost is always found

It may not look the same 

But some things have to change

Say tomorrow is today that rainy is sunny

I'd rather be a fool than foolish

If the bird became a book I'd run and take a look

While people ran the other way

Afraid to play the fool

Open windows and sandy floors

Scattered tables and paper wars

May at first look like such a bore

But really who's to say 

What is really real

Say tomorrow is today that rainy is sunny

I'd rather be a fool than foolish

If the bird became a book I'd run and take a look

While people ran the other way

Afraid to play the fool

Afraid to play the fool 

Afraid to put their hands in the air and sat

"Damn it! I don't care"

Say tomorrow is today that rainy is sunny

I'd rather be a fool than foolish

If the bird became a book I'd run and take a look

While people ran the other way

Afraid to play the fool (x2)