I have been struggling to get a review out. I have been trying to listen to the Cold War Kids’ new album, but for some reason I have been finding it difficult. I will have it out as soon as I can. In the meantime, I am going to post this poem about music. It is about what I am always saying. Music is an escape. It transports you to a better place, no matter what mood you are in. It has served as that for me often, and this is my take on why that is. It is called The Beat, because that is what takes you to your happy place.
Volume up and head down low
Doesn’t want the world to know
She tries so hard to be strong
Listens to her favorite songs
Lyrics shut out the violence
Music drowns out the silence
Everything is better when her song is on replay
Better than having to relive every single day
Verses explain everything that she feels
Choruses repeat the truth so she knows it is real
The bridge helps her cross over into another life
She moves her body to the beat to know that she is alive
It soothes her soul when it screams loud
The words push away the mean grey cloud
She turns the music up, but her emotions down
She pushes the feelings into the background
Everything is perfect when it is really not
The songs make things seem fine when she is alone with her thoughts
She’s really not alone when she knows where the voice comes from
The world is not too bad when she hears the beating drum
Beautifully Bipolar 