As I’m sure everyone who’s ever attempted such a thing will tell you, picking out songs to compose your musical autobiography is an excruciating, maddening task. Thus when all of us hearingade contributors were asked to pick a mix of songs that define who we are, I panicked. “How do I approach this?” and “How in the hell do I even begin to pick songs?” quickly became “ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!” *headslammingintodesk*
But, I powered through, for Abby. Dear, sweet, lovable Abby (who somehow thinks I’m worthy of writing for her site. what.).
So I present to you 12 songs that are important to me because they represent times when I learned some harder-than-shit life lessons. Songs that I can always listen to and remember how the proverbial DUH smacked me in the head and told me it was gonna be okay, and that my life would actually not suck forever. And it’s true, I am (now) far from suckage. In fact, my life is pretty damn great…you know, except for that whole “seeking approval from people who might actually read my writing” thing.
Was it overwhelming? Looking to the past? When I finally found out, our team had come in last.
I’ll run around in circles ’til I run out of breath, I’ll eat you all up, or I’ll just hug you to death.
I need a fix.
Here on my own, all on my own. How good it feels to be alone, tonight.
Maybe one day soon it will all come out, how you dream about each other sometimes.
Dust to rust, ashes on gashes, hand around the killing jar.
Take the couch at someone’s house and wait around to score.
She used to be mine. She’s so…fine.
Tell me how does it feel, when your heart grows cold.
I don’t seem obvious, do I?
Hey, must be a devil between us. Or whores in my head, whores at the door, whore in my bed.
I never say quite what I mean, and never mean quite what I say.