I dream in emails

I am having a quiet Saturday evening at home, just me and my music. It's cold out and being cozy at home seemed like the right thing to do. I am not alone. The boys are here watching a movie, but I have my head phones on and am listening to music which is meaningful to me, for reasons known only to me.

My musical taste is pretty diverse and not genre specific. I need good lyrics, and then a good tune too. It can be rock, pop, alternative etc but it needs to talk to me, both to my conscious and my primal sub-conscious. I usually find that if I like the 'sound' of a song subconsciously, that when I tune in and really LISTEN to it, I really relate to the lyrics too. I am a bit of a soppy romantic when it comes to songs often. But do steer clear of the total cheese.

What I also find, too often for it to be a coincidence, is that as I have a thought/feeling/experience the next song that will play on my play list, or even the radio, will relate directly to it, and almost feel like a message to me. Does this happen to anyone else?

Anyway this song is not one I have actually heard before and I just happened to stumble on it tonight. I am not yet sure if it is a 'good' song or not, but these lyrics spoke loudly.

KEANE - "Perfect Symmetry"

I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs

I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitols
Wisest of the animals

Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more

This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me

Write page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before

Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
lived in perfect symmetry

What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too

And maybe you find, life is unkind
and over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you

Oh boy you oughta leave this town
get out while you can
the needle's running out
The voices in the streets you love
everything is better when you hear that shout
woooaohhh
woooaohhh
woooaohhh

Spineless dreamers, hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages

Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me

As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Maybe I'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too

I dream in emails, worn out phrases
mile after mile of just empty pages