Day One: My Favorite Song

So I've never done any kind of journal challenge before. I'm not entirely sure why I want to do this. I rarely get comments, so I'm assuming people just kind of skip over my shit. But. I figure I'd spice up my content. Share some stuff about myself. Perhaps someone will stop in their infinite scroll and look at the thing I've shared. Perhaps not. *shrugs*


Day One: My Favorite Song

I've scoured my brain for the answer. I've looked at my iTunes play total for a clue. My current favorite song is constantly changing, which right now is: I Had Me A Girl by The Civil Wars. But...this is not my favorite song ever. So after a long battle of the ponder, I've figured it out.

Little Water Song
written by Nick Cave and performed by Ute Lemper

This song is told from the POV of a murdered woman. The lyrics are hauntingly beautiful. You feel a great empathy for the woman in the song. It's reminiscent of the Murder Ballads songs that Nick Cave wrote 4 years prior to writing this. He always writes these mini stories in just a few words that totally draw you in. She speaks of her natures grave and the little fishes, of being suffocated, of drowning, of the act of dying. The very last line is my favorite in the song. She sings of hate. 

I wrote a paper in college on this song. It was my Freshman year, and we had to write about a song that spoke to us. I wrote the paper from the POV of the woman in the song. After presenting it and playing the song for the class, my professor pulled me out into the hallway and asked if I was suicidal. I think that says a lot about the song, and what emotions it hits on in just the small span of 3 minutes. 


Lyrics:

Under here, you just take my breath away
Under here, the water flows over my head
I can hear the little fishes

Under here whispering your most terrible name
Under here, they've given me starfish for eyes
And your head is a big red balloon

Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest
Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats
And yes, you take my breath away

Look at my hair, as it waves and waves
Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair
Silver, it is, and filled with silver bubbles

Ah, and under here, my blood will be a cloud
And under here my dreams are made of water
And, Sir, you just take my breath away

For under here, my pretty breasts are piled high
With stones and I cannot breathe
And tiny little fishes enter me

Under here, I am made ready
And under here, I am washed clean
And I glow with the greatness of my hate for you