Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Musical interlude...
All my arguments sound pretty weak
So I'll be quick and concede defeat
All the evidence lies on your side
So I'll come clean and say that I lied
I guess it's OK if I'm hated and damned
But don't go away thinking I had it planned
It wasn't part of my scheme to be hateful to you
Did I hurt you?
What can I say?
I am guilty
Of walking away
And the signals that I sent you
I never meant to
Did I hurt you?
Forgive me please
I am guilty
I let you believe
That I loved you
And I tried to
Still you were lied to
Believe me please when I say
Sometimes our hearts can lead us astray
Believe me I never knew
How much of a hold I had over you
And try if you can to let reason be heard
Don't let your anger be blind to my words
Don't cut me off if I try and explain it to you.
Did I hurt you?
What can I say?
I am guilty
Of walking away
And the signals that I sent you
I never meant to
Did I hurt you?
Forgive me please
I am guilty
I let you believe
That I loved you
And I tried to
Still you were lied to
Did I Hurt You? by Eleanor McEvoy (from Yola)
There are many songs we connect to on an emotional level, though sometimes maybe a few words are off or a lyric doesn't quite convey the exact feeling we might be experiencing.
Then there are those songs that, as we listen to them, we realize the truth of what we're hearing. We pick them apart, looking for the off lyrics, the wrong words, and we never find them. We realize that every note, every syllable, could have been written by us, in fact, must have been ripped from our very subconscious and placed on paper, on disc, by a talented, if psychic, musician. And it hits us, nearly brings us to our knees with its purity.
This is such a song. It could have been written by me for WriterGuy, fourteen years ago or five years ago.
Or even today.
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