Yellow, Is It Really?

22.7.09

I'm terrible with lyrics,

I tend to listen to the instruments as a whole

Or I tap along with the drums

And my mind is blank

Or I'm preoccupied with other things.

It washes over me

And all I know is what I think about it.

If I like it,

Whether I find it interesting

Or repulsive

Or way too contrived.

It takes me a long time to learn track names

As I usually let them blend together.

I won't know the name of my favourite song from the album,

I won't know how many songs that are even in it

Until I force myself to make an effort.

Before then, I know it only by sound and feel.

When people like the same music as me

And know all the track names

And all of the lyrics

And they can sing along

It makes me wonder:

"How can we both like this

When we listen to completely different things

In completely different ways?"

But that's what amazes me about the process of thought.

Even if we are told that the light is yellow

Or that the music is good

We will always perceive it in a way specific to ourself

And we will like it for what we believe it to be.