The National – Pink Rabbits

I was driving in the car the other day, when Pink rabbits by The National came on. I hadn’t heard it in a while and I remembered how much the lyrics in this song completely flawed me the first time I heard it.
I’ve always been a National fan but this song in particular hit me so hard, because my interpretation of some of the lyrics; describe so perfectly what it has felt like to me to experience feelings of anxiety and depression. And how the feelings can come back and catch you off guard.
I probably listen to lyrics in a song before anything else. I’ve always loved how people can take their own individual meanings from them, and how two people can have a completely different take on them.
To anyone reading this, I would love to know any lyrics from a song that have had a profound effect on you…..x

I couldn’t find quiet
I went out in the rain
I was just soakin’ my head to unrattle my brain
Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd
I didn’t understand then
I don’t understand now

Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone
You were standin’ in the street ’cause you were tryin’ not to crack up
It wasn’t like a rain it was more like a sea
I didn’t ask for this pain it just came over me
I love a storm, but I don’t love lightning
All the waters coming up so fast, that’s frightening

Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about when you’re sitting in your faintin’ chair drinking pink rabbits?

And everybody was gone
I was standing in the street ’cause I was trying not to crack

I was solid gold
I was in the fight
I was coming back from what seemed like a ruin
I couldn’t see you coming so far
I just turn around and there you are

I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
I was just getting used to living life without you around
I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
You always said I held you way too high off the ground

You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in a park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart

And everybody was gone
You were standin’ in the street ’cause you were trying not to crack up
And bona drag was still on
Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out
Now I only think about Los Angeles when the sun kicks out

You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all
You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all (when the sun kicks out)

You said it would be painless
The needle in the doll (when the sun kicks out)
You said it would be painless
It wasn’t that at all

– Matt Berninger

Cry, cry, cry

Cry, cry, cry
You know I’m leaving
Lie, lie, lie
Quietly breathing
And you say I’m only happy
When I’m dreaming
And when I wake up
I fall apart, fall apart, fall apart

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And things are still the same
As they’ve always been

Fly, fly, fly
It’s time I’ll be leaving
Time, time, time
Can help us with healing
And I’ll always think of you
In winter time
And how your clothes always smelled
Like smoke and fire

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And things are still the same
As they’ve always been

You said times were changing
And that we…
Could rise above the pain
And all the leaves are falling
Outside again
And I am still the same
As I’ve always been









A Poem About What Happiness Is And Isn’t To Me…

Happiness is home
Fresh sheets
My Mother in the background
On the phone
My Father sitting on his
Cushioned throne
And no worries on my mind
No words that are unkind

Happiness is not,
Shutting myself away
Avoiding my friends
While I procrastinate for
Days and days
Stifled creativity and sleepless nights
Drinking till my problems
Are out of sight

Out of time
Out of mind
My true self should not
Be this hard to find….

Happiness are fresh lilies
On the kitchen table
A kiss from my lover
White vintage blouse with no labels
Rainbow reflections and technicolour dreams
Believing myself and every girl is a queen

Happiness is not,
Saying venomous words when I’m scared
It is not pretending I don’t, when I care
It is not giving my power away
It is not sacrificing myself so they’ll
Stay

Happiness is seeing the world
And it’s charms
Happiness is my little boy
Curled up in my arms
Happiness is not living for tomorrow
But for today
Happiness is letting it in
And not pushing it away

– She Moves

Georgia O’Keeffe – Ladder To The Moon

Bewildering, brilliant, magnificent white
The perfect circle of devotion to the black velvet sky
A mystifying mystery of dark versus bright
Illuminating hope to those with fragile sight
Minds catching dreams & making wishes
The moons hears your secrets and grants lovers kisses
So shine on me through the silhouetted leaves
As I lie here by the river beneath the trees

– She Moves

All that I am
All I have become
The life I have made
And the life I’ve undone
Searching for answers that do not exist
Finding the next part of me that I need to fix
Pushing the limits of a daydream queen
Wanting the spotlight since I was fifteen
Choosing my words, but biting my tongue
Something I learnt to do when I was very young
I am not a sad story
I am just lonely
If I risk it all & reach out
Will you hold me?

– She Moves

I fell off track again,
Slipped through your hands again
My hearts already black
You made damn sure of that.
Once, twice then I’m the fool
but you always manage to keep your cool.
My heads been spun with lies,
but when it’s fun, oh how time flies.
Bound with dust and colours pulled so tight, they shatter.
What would you care to remember?
When it was ripped right through the centre

– She Moves

A Woman’s Grace

I found this old poem I had written about my admiration for the glamorous starlets and icons of the 1950’s. In light of what’s been happening recently in Alabama (but lets not forget Northern Ireland) I wanted to dedicate this poem to all women. I also want to add that I equally celebrate men! I’ve seen a little too much of a generalisation on social media directing angry opinions towards ‘men’. This is not an issue and should never be an issue with men. This is an issue with archaic, cowardly and oppressive beliefs.

Dazzling eyes, brilliant smile
Elegant, iconic, glamorous in style
Soft silk words that fall from her lips
Timeless beauty in each fingertip
And how I long to hold such grace
To be bold and unique
In my own subtle ways
To capture it forever
In the palm of my hand
That cannot be taken
By no beast nor man
I want it still and so
I endeavour
To not be forgotten
To live forever

– She Moves