Lyrics

It has always been this way with me that music always seems to go along with life in that moment. Either the melody provides perfect timing for the music video of the life happening around me (sometimes this is extremely funny), or it seems well suited to the mood of my natural surroundings. This has always happened to me. I know there are others out there for whom this happens also. Is there a name for this phenomenon? If there are lyrics then often they seem particularly well-suited to my thoughts at that moment. This happens a lot, and not because I'm picking the songs. It happens when I'm listening to the radio, Pandora, mix CDs, ect. What is that? I love it.

Anyway, that's not really what I am writing about. I'm not actually sure where I'm going exactly because I haven't slept much and I'm dead beat. However, I heard this song on the way back to the apartment tonight and it reminded me so much of my last few years. So I guess, instead of the music matching life around me, my life matches this song in a lot of ways. More specifically it matches the images I match with the last few years. Listening to this unfamliar song was therefore nostalgic in the most surprising way. I'm going to share, just to reflect. The last part doesn't apply (yet at least) but the rest is pretty spot on.

Laura Marling
"Goodbye England (Covered in Snow)"

You were so smart then,
in your jacket and coat.
My softest red scarf was warming your throat.
Winter was on us,
at the end my nose,
and I'll never love England more than when covered in snow.


But a friend of mine says it good to hear,
that you believe in love even if set in fear.
Well I'll hold you there brother and set you straight
I don't really believe true love is frail and willing to break.

I will come back here, bring me back when I'm old.
I want to lay here forever in the cold.
I might be cold but I'm just skin and bones,
and I'll never love England more than when covered in snow.

I wrote my name in your book,
only God knows why,
and I bet you that he cracked a smile.
And I'm clearing all the crap out of my room,
trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue,
and I wrote in a big letter to you,
and it's 22 pages front and back but it's too good to be used.

And I tried to be a girl who likes to be used,
I'm too good for that, there's a mind under this hat.
And I called them all and told them I've got to move



And I'm out on my own,
It's too hard
I'm out on my own
It's too hard

Feel like running,
feel like running,
running off.

And we will keep you,
we will keep you little one,
safe from harm,
like an extra arm you are a part of us.

You were so smart then,
in your jacket and coat.
My softest red scarf was warming your throat.

Winter will leave us,
left the end of my nose.
Well goodbye old England until next years snow.