30 Day Meme - Day 1 - Favourite Song
Meme tiem!
It´s been ages since I´ve done a proper meme (to my knowledge, anyway), so I´ve stolen this 30 day one off of hyungniiim ´s journal :D
Day 01 → Your favourite song
Day 02 → Your favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television program
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fiction book
Day 14 → A non-fiction book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 1 - Favourite Song
Without a doubt, it´s Jill Hennessy´s ' Save Me´. I´ve actually been a fan of hers for years, ever since I started watching Crossing Jordan (which was about 5 years ago) and I saw an episode of her playing the guitar. I was pleasantly surprised to find that, not only could she play very well, but that her style and voice were extremely unique.
Later, I googled her, and found out that she was actually - in a sense - more of a musician than an actress, and had started playing the guitar at around nineteen, busking at subway stations and such, and found her myspace, where I discoved not only songs covered by her, but also songs written by her. Out of the ones she´d written, Save Me was the first one I listened to - and I don´t really know how to describe how I felt when I heard it, really.
You know , when at a certain point in your life,you feel a certain way and you just can´t put it into words no matter how much you try?
This song basically - in my case - said exactly what I wanted to say. And made me realise I was feeling things I didn´t even know I was feeling. Putting it simply, I really needed to hear it.
It talks about...well, I´ll just put the lyrics below, and you can see for yourselves. When she performs, she doesn´t just sing and play guitar, she tells a story. And that´s what makes her so awesome.
Quietly, there’s no one to see I’m just stuck here watching myself,
on the stained carpet floor by the broke plywood door
just waiting for some saviour to save, please save me,
please save me,
and we roam the school halls, the parking lots,
hide ourselves in makeup she left behind,
sing our souls to the radio behind a closed door, don’t let no one catch what’s on the inside,
can’t even see myself in the mirror, just some desperate stranger looking back at me
- bent with teenage shame, playing a secret game of invisible and wanting to be seen
; can you see me? do you really, do you really see me?
And oh your tired sad eyes cut through my skin,
I turned to face the crime on my hands,
but you did not run away,
you were seeking truth anyway,
and you let me in..
So we made the crawl to smoky basement halls, found your friend on christmas on the floor
-heard your piece of the pain, the things you couldn’t say
except to strangers who wouldn’t ask anymore,
but it was something, we sure were something, big and little seeking a remedy,
and you gave all that your disease would allow but it meant the world to me,
I know you see me, see me,
I’d chase your car in bare feet down the cold morning street,
sing with Joni and James in those kitchen floor days,
we had something, we all lost something, we all gave something,
we could still find something, we could still find, we could still find something,
we could still find something, there ain’t no debt to repay
and oh your tired sad eyes cut through my skin,
I turned to face the crime on my hands,
but you did not run away,
you were seeking truth anyway and you let me in...
I’d chase your car in bare feet down the cold morning street, our crimes in our heads anyway.
It´s been ages since I´ve done a proper meme (to my knowledge, anyway), so I´ve stolen this 30 day one off of hyungniiim ´s journal :D
Day 01 → Your favourite song
Day 02 → Your favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television program
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fiction book
Day 14 → A non-fiction book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 1 - Favourite Song
Without a doubt, it´s Jill Hennessy´s ' Save Me´. I´ve actually been a fan of hers for years, ever since I started watching Crossing Jordan (which was about 5 years ago) and I saw an episode of her playing the guitar. I was pleasantly surprised to find that, not only could she play very well, but that her style and voice were extremely unique.
Later, I googled her, and found out that she was actually - in a sense - more of a musician than an actress, and had started playing the guitar at around nineteen, busking at subway stations and such, and found her myspace, where I discoved not only songs covered by her, but also songs written by her. Out of the ones she´d written, Save Me was the first one I listened to - and I don´t really know how to describe how I felt when I heard it, really.
You know , when at a certain point in your life,you feel a certain way and you just can´t put it into words no matter how much you try?
This song basically - in my case - said exactly what I wanted to say. And made me realise I was feeling things I didn´t even know I was feeling. Putting it simply, I really needed to hear it.
It talks about...well, I´ll just put the lyrics below, and you can see for yourselves. When she performs, she doesn´t just sing and play guitar, she tells a story. And that´s what makes her so awesome.
Quietly, there’s no one to see I’m just stuck here watching myself,
on the stained carpet floor by the broke plywood door
just waiting for some saviour to save, please save me,
please save me,
and we roam the school halls, the parking lots,
hide ourselves in makeup she left behind,
sing our souls to the radio behind a closed door, don’t let no one catch what’s on the inside,
can’t even see myself in the mirror, just some desperate stranger looking back at me
- bent with teenage shame, playing a secret game of invisible and wanting to be seen
; can you see me? do you really, do you really see me?
And oh your tired sad eyes cut through my skin,
I turned to face the crime on my hands,
but you did not run away,
you were seeking truth anyway,
and you let me in..
So we made the crawl to smoky basement halls, found your friend on christmas on the floor
-heard your piece of the pain, the things you couldn’t say
except to strangers who wouldn’t ask anymore,
but it was something, we sure were something, big and little seeking a remedy,
and you gave all that your disease would allow but it meant the world to me,
I know you see me, see me,
I’d chase your car in bare feet down the cold morning street,
sing with Joni and James in those kitchen floor days,
we had something, we all lost something, we all gave something,
we could still find something, we could still find, we could still find something,
we could still find something, there ain’t no debt to repay
and oh your tired sad eyes cut through my skin,
I turned to face the crime on my hands,
but you did not run away,
you were seeking truth anyway and you let me in...
I’d chase your car in bare feet down the cold morning street, our crimes in our heads anyway.