This is another one of my chillhop musings. I am getting over a cold, and so my voice isn't a solid or on-key as I usually like it to be.
I get a bit obsessive with music. I listen to things on repeat with no breaks for hours, and days, just to really sink into every beat, every change in tone, every instrument. I hum along, I play with the melodies and see if I can find notes that I can hit or additional places to add some mirroring of the existing patterns. That's a fancy way to say I hum and noodle along to songs al lot. Haha. Note that I'm not saying I do it well... *wink*
Sometimes, after hours wrapped up in a cozy song blanket, my brain comes up with lyrics. They may not be *your* lyrics to the song, but they are *my* lyrics. Usually once I find the words, they stick, and I can't listen to the song without hearing the hidden, unspoken, unsung words in some places. Secret songs from my heart.
Also, secret invisible air piano solos filled with giggles midway through songs... lol...
This song about hope had me thinking about the sorts of things that *give* me hope, that make me feel hopeful. I think we all need to find the things that give us a sense of hope, and hang onto them. We will get through these seemingly hopeless times, I know we will.
Noodled lyrics roughly:
I.
You.
We.
I got you.
You got me.
We got this.
I got you.
You got me.
We got this.