Auditory Art: An Introduction to New Sounds


When you are in search of something new on the music front, you never know what you are going to discover. In my quest for something new and fresh, I asked for musicians, writers, producers and fans to share with me the sounds that were near and dear to their hearts. I received a handful of requests from artists who were eager for me to take a listen to their creations. In the coming weeks I will be sharing with you auditory art and the artists behind the art.

Lyrics I Love: Seasons Change

Since I didn’t have time to post my music related post last Friday. I’ll post it today. Plus my Blogging 101 assignment is complete so…here we go! 

I will be discussing lyrics I love from songs I love even more. Today’s lyrics are from Seasons Change by Exposé

Some dreams are in the night time
And some seem like yesterday
But leaves turn brown and fade
Ships sail away
You long to say a thousand words
But seasons change

The focus of this song is change. The chorus says, “Seasons change, people change.” I find this song to be a reminder of how life works. Just as the seasons change over a given time span, so do people, so does life.

Dreams, leaves, and thoughts all fade with time.  Time doesn’t wait for you to freeze your dreams. The leaves of the Summer will in time turn brown and fade as Autumn takes over. The ships have to move on.  There is a time for them to sail and a time for them to dock.  Thoughts, longing to be converted into spoken words,   are never spoken because the opportunity has passed.  Time has passed.

Let me know your thoughts, opinions and your take on today’s Lyrics I Love!

Complete Lyrics can be found here.

K. A. Smith

Lyrics I Love: Your House


It’s Friday, so I will be discussing lyrics I love from songs I love even more. Today’s lyrics are from, Your House, by Alanis Morissette.

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said “Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight”
And no, it wasn’t my writing
I’d better go soon
It wasn’t my writing

This song begins with a woman who has entered a home in which she doesn’t have permission to be in. She walks in and goes to what seems to be the room of an ex lover/boyfriend. She later undresses and puts on his robe, goes through his things, and even plays one of his CDs. The chorus consists of her asking this guy if he would forgive her if she danced in his shower, layed in his bed, and stayed all afternoon.  It’s obvious she is trying to obtain a life that once was.

All of these events lead to the lyrics I have chosen. The lyrics that highlight the song in my eyes. She appears to have made the decision to stay until her “love” returns to his house. She burned incense and ran a bath. At this moment she notices a letter on his desk. This letter had been written to the guy, from an unknown person. Possibly his new girlfriend. Now the woman is realizing she shouldn’t be there, and finally asks her “love” to forgive her for crying in his shower and in his bed.

I love these lyrics because this woman apparently hasn’t let go of a love that used to be. She is in such disbelief, that she made herself comfortable in this guy’s home. She has probably gone this far in hopes of a second chance at a relationship with this guy. The letter on his desk confirms there is another “love” in her ex’s life.

This a cappella song, paired with the strong vocals of Alanis Morissette, mixed with a story of a woman who is in denial of a breakup, is compelling. You follow this song as the story quickly moves to the painful ending. It’s easy to feel the curiosity, rebelliousness, and strong desire this woman has.

Lyrics from:

Listen to the song here.

K. A. Smith

Lyrics I Love: This Used To Be My Playground

It’s Friday, so I will be discussing lyrics I love from songs I love even more. Today’s lyrics are from This Used To Be My Playground, by Madonna. The lyrics I love are:

This used to be my playground (used to be)
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end

We all have a special place or person we rely on to be there for us during difficult times in our lives. There are also times when that comfort zone is nothing but a memory.

I see the storyteller at an old forgotten house, during the late night hours. Maybe where she grew up or possibly spent a lot of time. Perhaps she has been faced with a life altering event, and her safe and familiar place is her escape. She has returned to  this safe place only to find it is not the same. It seems there is a special person she shared this place with, and their absence has caused her some upset.

The song appears to be about wanting to return to the past, but not being able to. Also, in other lyrics of the song, the storyteller has been warned on more than one occasion to let go of what used to be.

This lyrics, the melody, and of course the singer (Madonna) come together for a beautiful story in song.

Lyrics can be interpreted differently, depending on the person. These are only my views on the lyrics I love. I welcome your take on the lyrics meanings.

***Lyrics can be found here ***

Watch the video here Madonna – This Used To Be My Playground (Video):

K. A. Smith

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