Devoid of Inauspicious Lyrics

It’s all about the music, nothing more, and nothing less to me. It means everything, but it doesn’t mean anything… the lyrics blasting in your ears, turn that I-pod up a little more, and experience the lovely tuned rush of voices. It’s mostly the beat that makes me want to swoon. Even though mostly it’s the same thing every time, it will always manage to make itself different in a way… Let’s turn it up louder, I love that song! It always tells me a story of how I should like life to be…or how it already is. The lyrics are sometimes confusing, sometimes clearer than a purified stream. It’s all jumbled up, a ramble…but it makes a clear thought to those who want to listen and makes sense of what is happening… It’s confusing, and nobody can get what is happening…but I can, because I am a part. It’s funny, my whole life has been centered on music, and I have used it as one of my life forces to breathe from.

You know, music is how we met…ironic…funny…hilarious in fact. Band night…of course the music sucked, or the person who took me there said. So we just decided to hang outside. For her stupid decision, I am grateful…for the most part anyway. That’s how we met…actually we really didn’t ever “Meet” in the sense of things. Mostly I just caught a glimpse of that jet black hair and wanted to see who was hiding behind it. Then I saw you, smiling with your friends, not even acknowledging the frigid breeze that was blowing in from nowhere. While she was flirting with some guy, I remained silent, listening to the distant hum of electric guitars and techno keyboards. The lyrics were muffled…I was impatient to get inside; I wanted to know what they were saying…

It was some distant distraction…even though you were a big part of it. Finally, I told her that I saw you…and that’s when the situation deemed itself impossible for me to grasp. She said you were hers, I had to respect her…she was my friend, and I am not one of big betrayal. Then the moment came, she made the bathroom excuse…hands deep in her black hoodie pocket…yeah…right, she really needed to use the bathroom…she had used it an hour ago, and she had nothing to drink… I’m not stupid…

So I stood patiently by a counter, wallowing in the center chord of lyrics and smashing voices. Then something or someone bumped into me…a bob of dark hair…long swishing bangs… Trying to act like a normal person was hard for me, as you stood besides me, nodding your head to the sultry blast of bass and piano. An extreme mix, it went well with the prickling goose bumps that your presence was giving me…

Crap…she is out, swaggering in a sweet drug induced crush…looks like I have to deal with druggie again…great…just lovely. Notice the shattering wave of sarcasm dripping out of my mouth and rolling onto my chapped lips. So we go outside into the cold again, I shiver, because my sweatshirt is really quite thin…even though it looks like a parka in some states.

As we left late that night, destined for a cold music less sleep, I thought, you could really be someone I could easily fall in love with. I waited months, days, weeks, hours, and yet, even though I didn’t know you, I knew everything about you. Your name, how your voice sounded…maybe it was all a dream either way…we never saw each other again.

So what? I still don’t have a boyfriend…I’m twenty-five; I have a Bachelors degree in Writing, and the fine arts. But I don’t have a boyfriend. You know, this is going to be my fifth year in collage…

Then, someone showed up…black shiny conditioned hair, low voice, quiet, likes music. My kind of guy, then I thought…

‘This is the kind of guy that I should easily fall in love with…’

They called your name…it was a pretty nice name, had a good ring to it.

Eric T. Jones

Sounded like some character from the movies. But it was nice. Kind of sultry, reminded me of music, and someplace that I couldn’t remember for the life of me.

You sat by me, I think you were wearing Old Spice, or maybe some kind of other cologne. But it smelled nice, fresh, not too sickly sweet. Just the way I like my music.

We became friends, then I really started to like you. One day it all came crashing down, with roaring words and rushing memories. You helped me by saying…

“I’m still taller then you from the time when I stood by you at band…”

I knew I remembered that name from somewhere…then…I had a boyfriend, and for the first time, I was kissed, by the guy I easily fell in love with, two times in arrow.

You know, this world we live in is devoid of any inauspicious lyrics, always driving away from fate. But not mine, my life was fateful enough…

Kristina E. Anderson