Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Story of my life...

She's no good for me
I know that she's a wild flower
She's got a restlessness
A beautifulness, a thing about her
But here I am again calling her back
Letting her drive me crazy

It's like I love this pain a little too much
Love my heart all busted up
Something 'bout her, we just don't work
But I can't walk away
It's like I love this pain

It's just an on again
And off again situation
It's just striking a match
A tank of gas combination
But here I am again lighting it up
Knowing that she'll just burn me

... ... ... ... ...

Something 'bout her, we just don't work
But I can't walk away
It's like I love this pain
Oh yeah, it's like I love this pain
I can't walk away, oh no
It's like I love this pain

.::Love This Pain - Lady Antebellum::.

(The lyrics would be about me, of course... I'm "her" too often.)


  1. I'm not sure I understand this... probably because this is something written in the last Century. :)

  2. Lol, try the last two or three years. Modern stuff is difficult to understand, hm?

    Maybe I should stick to books, thoughts, and the slower life from one hundred + years ago. It might serve me and everyone else better. ;)

    Mmm, I'm free Monday and Tuesday evening next week. If you are free then, too, we should discuss your vacation, books read, etc.

    ~ J

  3. I would assume myself, that the real problem is country singers are simply an inarticulate genre...

    Though might not life have enough troubles or triumphs of its own, without crediting ourselves unduly into other peoples' exercise of will? My initial impulse is that the singer is simply an egoistic prig - by necessity looking to lay the blame for his own failings onto someone else, in order to cleanse his own pate of any chance for personal responsibility. Tsk-tsk...

    Part of being a friend is deducing each others' potential areas of weakness. Whatever your own may chance to be, I have never, EVER, considered it as being of a poor influence among any of your friends... Just sayin'...

  4. Andrew, do I detect that you aren't a country music fan? *Grins* It's probably much better for your sanity if you are not.

    I confess, this song does betray the singer's lack of self-control (seems to be a theme with Lady A)... However, the poor man's heart keeps getting confused by this girl's mixed signals (on again off again situation).

    If she led him into thinking that she liked him and then changed her mind when his heart was involved.... Well, that was unkind and unloving of her. I've certainly been on both sides of the equation.

    Thank you for your kind assumption that I wouldn't be a poor influence on my friends. I think I've failed a few too many times in that area lately, though. Praise God for conviction and redemption, though!

    ~ Jody

  5. Sorry, 'tis been a bad week for music, (corporate retail radio all day can do that to a person) and so I've been at a bit of a hair trigger on the topic lately. I probably shouldn't even have commented. (Perhaps I ought to drink more decaf for a little while...) ^_^;

    Country music's fine, it just has a generally unfortunate ratio of quantity to quality. There's an old adage that "anything too stupid to be said is sung", and while it readily afflicts 'all' genres in earnest, some of them seem more frequently prey to this fact than are others...

    I don't really know your own situation, unless you care to share it with me sometime, so I really can't comment. However concerning the song/lyrics themselves...

    Tentatively, my objection to the song in particular was that it starts with a flawed premise. Implicitly, it's constantly nagging the infantile question "how might I be more served by another?" rather than in asking himself the mature question "how might I serve another more?"... (The evidence is quite inherent in the sentence structure) There's a WORLD of difference between the two paradigms in music. If a person keeps an ear to the ground, they might decide that the singer is not truly concerned for the girl's ultimate good above his own, and that rather he seems more mortified that she won't consistently pamper his own ego, and so the song strikes as crying in his beer while using her as a stage prop, which I find plainly deplorable.

    As to the last bit, if what you say 'is' true, (of which I'm still something unconvinced), I must simply counter with: "exceptio probat regulam in casibus non exceptis". So there.

  6. "Anything too stupid to be said is sung..." Or put in Star Wars dialogue. ;)

    I will quickly grant that there is an excessive amount of country music that is not worth two cents. The song in question isn't among the "top quality" songs in country music.

    The distinction you made between the singer serving the girl, rather than being served by her, is key. At one point he admits that he's letting her drive him crazy. He's inflicting the pain upon himself, calling her even though he knows things won't work.

    I find that the song hits too close to reality: one wants to walk away from something (even knows that they should) but crucifying the flesh is very difficult.

    However, rather than just accepting the difficulty as an impossibility, we must choose/will to walk in the Spirit and not our flesh. Again, easier said than done, but it must be done.

    One final note... Don't drink decaf, it isn't worth your time. ;)