Music

My friend Ally Rhodes released an album on itunes today. So. I’m writing this blog 

in honor of her. One of the songs on her album is called gray it is about a lost love

 that she wishes were still happy and flowing. This song talks about how she

 wishes she “were still [his] favorite song” and that regardless of how long it’s been 

that she has not “faded to gray”. She sings that she notices “ashes where there used 

to be a fire” meaning that she see’s a loss of interest where there used to be flames 

and passion. Desire. Then she wonders if it was her that “smothered” his “glow”. 

Usually, when someone smothers the glow of a fire the light goes out and the night ends. 

I think this is saying that she feels she ended the relationship, killed the spark. 

One of the verses is 

“I keep putting words on paper

Throwing melodies to the wind

Maybe I can bring you back

With the things that drew you in

I keep putting words on paper

Throwing melodies to the wind

Maybe I can bring you back

With the things that drew you in”

When she says “Throwing melodies to the wind” she is hoping that somehow he will hear her again or that the melodies she sings with all the things he loves will draw him back in. this part of the song is repeated to show importance and desperation towards his return.

“I know it's quite the imposition

But if you had seen my condition

I think you'd understand why I couldn't stay

I hope i'm still your favorite song”

Right here she talks about how she knows it was a burden how it ended but she hopes he understands. If he had seen her in the state she was in he might have understood that she did it for him.

The timed writing today about the student and the teacher reminds me of this song because of the line that said

“Over this damp grave I speak the words of my love:
I, with no rights in this matter,
Neither father nor lover.”

Because in the song I feel that she is not quite sure of the state of their relationship.. Is she still his favorite song? And in the poem he questions what he was to Jane. He was not her father no lover. He had no recognition at the funeral or on the “tombstone”. He was not her anything. And he is just one of the people grieving. He wont get kind words “sorry for your loss” because to him, she was simply a sparrow. And to her he was just a teacher.