I wrote this song in eighth grade that I recorded when I was 15 that you can find on my old Flash Point CD.(anyone remember that band? The 2012 Battle of the Bands winners? We performed last year for Red Ribbon Week? Yeah, we weren't that relevant but whatever, we had a good run.) This song had a story, but it could be spun to be many different stories. The song is called "Thunderhearts and Lightening Knives", the title has seldom to do with the song, for some reason that was trendy, and still is.
Cafe Riches keep their souls lit up
Trying hard to remember who made that one up
Two young dames in a disturbed world hiding from their failures with their hair curled.
Staying in the backstreets and watching the sky
Ominous cloud cover and they start to cry
Life for them is hanging on their shoulders
Knowing if they can't run they'll be much colder
Lightening Pierce across the sky
Thunder cracks and the storm is nigh
Running down the alleyway
Just trying to get home, just trying to get home.
Making it rich is all you ever wish, holding back a smirk with diamonds on your dish
Being tranquil and sitting in the grass, these two girls really do have class
I can't tell you how it makes me feel
To never know what exactly's truly real
silence echoes again in space, I guess
human nature won this race
I honestly don't remember the original story behind this song but it's been said that this song is about hipster girls, hipster girls going to a party but getting caught in a storm, hipster girls getting raped, rich girls getting beaten up by hobos, the mean girls getting what was coming to them, etc...
So what's the point of all this?
What I think is neat about poetry and music-or any other art form that isn't a short story or novel-is that you can fit so many different meanings and stories into the mold set for you; you get to participate.
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