{"id":249,"date":"2017-09-20T14:52:19","date_gmt":"2017-09-20T19:52:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=249"},"modified":"2017-11-11T15:59:34","modified_gmt":"2017-11-11T21:59:34","slug":"a-song-i-heard-ripped-to-pieces-and-analyzed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/09\/20\/a-song-i-heard-ripped-to-pieces-and-analyzed\/","title":{"rendered":"A Song I Heard ( Ripped to Pieces and Analyzed)"},"content":{"rendered":"

The song goes like this:
\nI thought I saw the devil\/This morning\/Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue\/With the warning\/To help me see myself clearer<\/em>
\n I never meant to start a fire\/I never meant to make you bleed\/I’ll be a better man today\/I’ll be good, I’ll be good\/And I’ll love the world, like I should\/Yeah, I’ll be good, I’ll be good\/For all of the time\/That I never could\/My past has tasted bitter\/For years now\/So I wield an iron fist\/Grace is just weakness\/Or so I’ve\/been told\/I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless\/But the blood on my hands\/scares me to death\/Maybe I’m waking up today\/I’ll be good, I’ll be good<\/em>
\n And I’ll love the world, like I should\/I’ll be good, I’ll be good\/I’ll be good, I’ll be good\/For all of the light that I shut out\/For all of the innocent things that\/doubt\/For all of the bruises I’ve caused and the tears\/For all of the things\/that I’ve done all these years\/And all\/Yeah, for all of the sparks that I stomped out\/For all of the perfect things that I doubt\/I’ll be good, I’ll be good<\/em>
\n And I’ll love the world, like I should\/Yeah, I’ll be good, I’ll be good<\/em>
\n For all of the times\/I never could, oh, oh-oh\/Oh, oh<\/em>
\n Oh, oh-oh\/For all of the times I never could<\/em>
\n All of the times I never could<\/em><\/p>\n

Yes, these are simple lyrics, created for the purpose of being put to music and sung; however, I like the lyrics in poem format. My take on the song is simple and cuts deep into how I feel about certain ideologies and life in general. Someone sees themselves, they know themselves, and they hate what stands before them in the mirror each and every day. They want to change for the better, they want to be more for themselves and the people they love. They think to be strong you must avoid vulnerability, you have to hide your feelings and give the world a fictitious view of life. They shut out people they cared for, hurt them, hurt themselves, and they need more of the good things in life.
\nThey need change, at least to make up for the hurt they’ve caused. This really connects with me; I would give anything to heal the people I’ve broken and reconnect with my better self, but that’s not always how things go. We just have to hope our future will be carved in light, so that we may go down a path that gives instead of receives.<\/p>\n

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The song goes like this: I thought I saw the devil\/This morning\/Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue\/With the warning\/To help me see myself clearer I never meant to start a fire\/I never meant to make you bleed\/I’ll be a better man today\/I’ll be good, I’ll be good\/And I’ll love the world, … Continue reading “A Song I Heard ( Ripped to Pieces and Analyzed)”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":25,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/249"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/25"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=249"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/249\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":267,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/249\/revisions\/267"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=249"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=249"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=249"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}