Lyrically Speaking; the truth…

As you all know I’m an avid music listener and the group I spoke of in my previous post, Kings of Convenience, has a song called ‘Misread’ that gave me so much room for pause that I had to look up the lyrics to ensure I heard what I thought I heard.

The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference

I felt in part they’d taken a chapter out of my life and unknowingly written about them.

I thought specifically to my childhood where, while surrounded by siblings, I felt constently alone and lonely; longing for some sense of inclusion. I knew why things were the way they were and when I voiced what I knew, thought, or felt, I was either forced by others to be silent or I remained quiet on my own accord in order to not face the wrath speaking what I probably shouldn’t have. Well, at least not in their eyes anyway. Indifference is something I came to live with that became an unwanted companion for many years.

I think of how these lyrics play into not just my life, but everyones. I think about how often the truth needs to be told, but it isn’t and how alienated those people are for saying it. So many claim they want the truth and then can’t handle it once it’s heard.  What a tangled web!

I have no additional thoughts; just needed to get that off my chest.

Live the life you love; love the life you live!

10 thoughts on “Lyrically Speaking; the truth…

  1. Yes, a tangled web.

    think about how often the truth needs to be told, but it isn’t and how alienated those people are for saying it.

    So true. On the first day of Black History Month, your words hold even more significance when you take into account the men and women who were murdered, beaten, and thrown in jail for speaking against lies.

    Your words also remind me of something Tupac Shakur once said: “Being black hurts, even worse if you speak FIRST.”

    • Don, you pulverized the proverbial nail on the head! Lies are spit as easy as it is for many to breathe and they spread faster than wildfire while the truth is swallowed like a jagged edge sword or said with reluctance and fear. What a sad thing that is! 😕

      To be compared to Tupac? What honour! *blush* 🙂

  2. “I knew why things were the way they were and when I voiced what I knew, thought, or felt, I was either forced by others to be silent or I remained quiet on my own accord in order to not face the wrath speaking what I probably shouldn’t have. Well, at least not in their eyes anyway. Indifference is something I came to live with that became an unwanted companion for many years.”

    Story of my life. Emotional baggage starts in childhood. And it starts there. And indifference DOES become an unwanted companion. Indeed.

    • Dubble-L…^5 on saying “emotional baggage starts in childhood” because so many don’t seem to realize that. Our childhood is the breeding ground and foundation of how we view our surroundings and the people in it.

      Indifference makes gives us a distorted view of both ourselves and the world around us. I’m just glad I grew out of that mess even though it took me decades to do it successfully.

      • Lee knocked it out of the ball park that statement didn’t she? I had baggage from childhood and I always knew that, I didn’t want any kids of mine to have that. I hope I did a good job with it.

  3. I so agree with you BC. I did my best to be honest and vocal with Lil Lady so she knew who I was, what I was about, and what made me the person I am. I did it at age appropriate times in her life and for the most part it has served us well.

    It’s sad that we, when we were children even had to endure the drama to be carrying that baggage into our adult lives.

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