I’ve always appreciated songs for their music than their lyrics. In fact, I couldn’t even tell you what some of my favorite songs are about. I think this may have something to do with the fact that I don’t absorb lyrics — maybe it has to do with the fact that I wasn’t born and raised surrounded by the English language. It’s also probably one of the reasons I find poetry difficult to take in.

This is interesting because it means that there is this entire dimension to music that I can’t see that others see. What is it like? Is appreciating music for its lyrics like seeing color after a lifetime of color-blindness?

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