I’ve learned I can’t listen to this song anymore. I can turn it on, and hear it, but I can’t listen to it. I can’t absorb the thoughts and meanings and stories behind each word of it like I used to. I just cry too much when I do. It reminds me of home.
I remember in Emily’s bedroom after an awful day, seeing this album, and listening to it for the first time. I wept. I just remember thinking, "Thank god I’m not the only who has ever lost someone. Thank god I’m not alone in this." I remember listening to Roaming Dragons, and that song, oh that song, it just gets me. That song is absolutely perfect. And the music just—-ahh, I can’t even say what it is. The guitar part is just so soulful, almost painful. It’s beautiful. Then, I listened to Headstone. God— nothing had ever been more relevant in my life before. It was like these guys ripped open my soul and felt everything I’d felt, then decided to write a song dedicated to it. "Life becomes death becomes prayer, and I don’t care." I’d get those lyrics tattooed somewhere on my body if I could. Actually, I can. And I should. But that’s gotta be for another time.
Anyways, Headstone is my favorite song. It’s also my favorite song to sing. I just wish I could play the guitar! Or piano! Or something!
But here is Roaming Dragons. Don’t listen to it on crappy speakers. Plug in some headphones, turn it up, and close your eyes. You’ll understand what I was saying.