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  • “But ideas lie everywhere, like apples fallen and melting in the grass for lack of wayfaring strangers with an eye and a tongue for beauty, whether absurd, horrific, or genteel.”
    - Ray Bradbury
    Zen In The Art Of Writing

The Inside Of Love

‘The Inside Of Love’ by Nada Surf…great sound, great lyrics.

Today it came up on shuffle while I was typing away on the computer and it was enough to make me stop what I was doing and check YouTube to see if there was a video for it.

Yes there was and it’s as good as the song -filmed and edited really well, sensitively visualizing the sort of casual desperation of the song through scenes from different people’s lives. Very awesome.

Watch for:

*I can not sing during tests
 I should not be singing during tests
 I will not sing songs during tests
 I want to sing

*giraffe necked guy

*Hey, that isn’t a drum.

*His day got even worse when he was ticketed for littering.

*oversized lamp, undersized lamp

*stalkercam

 

From the album ‘Let Go’ by Nada Surf.
 

Lyrics:

watching terrible tv
it kills all thoughts
Getting spacier than
An astronaut
Making out with people
I hardly know or like
I can’t believe what I do
Late at night

I wanna know what it’s like
On the inside of love
I’m standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We’ll know what to do
I know the last page so well
I can’t read the first
So I just don’t start
It’s getting worse
[chorus]
I wanna know what it’s like
On the inside of love
I’m standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

I wanna know what it’s like
On the inside of love
I can’t find my way in
I try again and again

I’m on the outside of love
Always under or above
I can’t find my way in
I try again and again

I’m on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you

I wanna know what it’s like
On the inside of love
I’m standing at the gates
I see the beauty above

I wanna know what it’s like
On the inside of love
Of course I’ll be alright
I just had a bad night

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2 Comments  »

  1. lyteweaverNo Gravatar says:

    i really liked it but with a little bit more work i think it could be a hit!
    all the best to you and well done. the song is beautiful.
    love ‘n’ light,
    x

    • AnitaNo Gravatar says:

      Thanks for the comment Lyteweaver! I agree that the song is beautiful, as soon as I first hear it I loved it in all it’s melancholy awesomeness ;).

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