Hemorrhage by Fuel
I created this blog a long time ago, but never got around to actually adding content. I’ve decided to start a project. I’m calling it “Music is the Key to My Memories”. I kept journals for years and ended up ritually burning them because I feared their content getting back to people who would be very hurt and upset. So instead I am using music and the memories I associate with them to let people know who I am and what I’m really all about. After I had my stroke, I realize there were whole chunks of my life I can’t remember. Music helps bring some of that stuff back like nothing else can.
I’ve spent quite some time curating my music and have created a playlist of over 100 songs that mean something to me. Either it’s the music, lyrics or a memory that is tied to the song and that has nothing to do with any of that. My lifelong love and appreciation of good music comes from my family. I’d really like to get some of these memories back.
The songs are in no particular order. I’ll post erratically, but that shouldn’t surprise anyone. Very rarely did the video come before the music. In fact, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head I fell in love with because of the video. I post the videos so there’s something to look at while you listen to the song.
“Alexa, play the Lisa playlist.”
First offering is Hemorrhage (In My Hands) by Fuel.
Crunchy heavy guitars and growling assertive vocals, mixed with pretty heavy lyrics is powerful. This particular video did nothing for me.
“Am I the only place that you’ve left to go”. That line gets me every time. Along with all of the sadness about being left with “love bleeding in my hands again” there is this desperation and anger that he seems to feel because he was only considered because of what he could offer her. I think he feels sadness, hurt and resentment. And he feels a little guilty about feeling that. It seems like a tiny thing. Almost a throwaway random thought in the middle of a song. And I think that’s cool.
https://youtu.be/ZbHfgXJKn1Y
I’ve spent quite some time curating my music and have created a playlist of over 100 songs that mean something to me. Either it’s the music, lyrics or a memory that is tied to the song and that has nothing to do with any of that. My lifelong love and appreciation of good music comes from my family. I’d really like to get some of these memories back.
The songs are in no particular order. I’ll post erratically, but that shouldn’t surprise anyone. Very rarely did the video come before the music. In fact, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head I fell in love with because of the video. I post the videos so there’s something to look at while you listen to the song.
“Alexa, play the Lisa playlist.”
First offering is Hemorrhage (In My Hands) by Fuel.
Crunchy heavy guitars and growling assertive vocals, mixed with pretty heavy lyrics is powerful. This particular video did nothing for me.
“Am I the only place that you’ve left to go”. That line gets me every time. Along with all of the sadness about being left with “love bleeding in my hands again” there is this desperation and anger that he seems to feel because he was only considered because of what he could offer her. I think he feels sadness, hurt and resentment. And he feels a little guilty about feeling that. It seems like a tiny thing. Almost a throwaway random thought in the middle of a song. And I think that’s cool.
https://youtu.be/ZbHfgXJKn1Y
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