To say "their music helped me" sounds credulous to anyone on the outside. Quite honestly, a twinge of my own self says "You sound like a pathetic groupie."
To say "their music helped me" sounds credulous to anyone on the outside. Quite honestly, a twinge of my own self says "You sound like a pathetic groupie." And maybe that is the case. But play me the intro to "Wounded" and let me tell you where that rhythm and those lyrics found this girl who once held a knife to her own wrists, crying in a bathroom. Play me "Motorcycle Drive-by" and I'll show you what it feels like to scream the lyrics "So alone alone and I and I, I've never been so ALIVE!" at the top of your lungs with your windows down, hair whipping everywhere, driving away from an abusive, destructive, devastatingly hurtful relationship. Let me hear the notes to "God of Wine" and you will hear what it feels like to heal from oneself. "I know, I know I can't keep it all together. There's Someone who understands you more than I do..." These aren't just songs. These are people. These are hearts. These are ideas and hopes, trust and healing broken hearts standing behind and believing in more than notes on a page. This is inspiration. This is life. This is being a part of something bigger than ourselves. This is what it is to swell inside and to overflow in ways that will go on past the days we claim as our own. This is music."