Recently, when organizing songs for a playlist a few of them lined up way too perfectly and I was astounded by the lyrical similarities. Usually I do this on purpose, but this time the songs just happened to play in the right order to make me realize that each song was about the intimate touch of another. The first three songs are about tracing a hand down someone's back. Check out the songs below to figure out what the hell I'm talking about.
MP3: Robert Sarazin Blake - Farm in New Hampshire
Some days, especially on the rainy ones, I love hearing the Uilleann Pipes. And most any day I love hearing Robert Sarazin Blake's voice. I loved this song from the first time I heard it at his concert, there is something so genuinely sweet yet heartbreaking about this story of visiting someone you love for a short time. It resonates more than I care to admit. I wouldn't mind a short trip that involves skinny dipping in a river on the other side of the country, Blake makes it sound awfully nice.
"Can I go back to your arms again, where my heart's always been?
Can I crawl into the cracks of your smile, run my hand down your back a while?"MP3: Cataldo - Five Years Coming
I've been particularly obsessed with this song as of late, especially since I recently found out there will be a new Cataldo album in September. The lyrics to this one paint a sexy picture of being tangled in the sheets with that person you've been patiently waiting for. I also love the part in the song about awkward kitchen confrontations.
"My fingers, trace your back's outline
No tattoo's, just clean skin on which I can write
Thick letters, an x you don't have to sign."
Great Lake Swimmers - Your Rocky Spine
Great Lake Swimmers - Your Rocky Spine
This song has always crushed me. It literally feels like a gigantic weight, which is what the responsibility of being someone's whole world would feel like I suppose. I've had chronic back problems for 10 years so I loved thinking of the spine as a rocky mountain range. I'd be hard pressed to find other songs that move me like this one does.
"I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in thereFloating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you and now you're mine"
MP3: Aunt Martha - Bloodshot
My love for Aunt Martha is new and fresh, but so real, especially after seeing them play on a boat cruising around the Boston harbor. I spent four days after the concert absent mindedly singing this song out loud, to the point where the people I was with told me to can it. But how can you not want to sing this for days? Something about the sloppy desperation of the song reminds me of nights spent out drinking with friends spent clutching a phone waiting for the text that says "what's up?" because you really know it means "come over". Those texts always seem to coincide with finishing the drink that you remember the next morning as being one too many.
"I wanted to crash your party, but I couldn't find your house
I wanted to touch your body, and kiss you on the mouth."
Next up in this weird lyrical associating of songs with other lyrically similar songs will be something that's possibly even sexier...mashed potatoes. Stay tuned.
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