I have a mp3 player. It's my very own Sony NW-S203. It's primary purpose: Provide the rhythm when I'm apace. My old one busted during the Singapore Marathon last year, only 3km into the run.
The music I play, it's all running music, with the fast musical beat coursing through my veins. My every step keeps to that rhythm, my arms swing left and right, and my lips alternate between silently echoing the lyrics and taking deep invigorating breaths.
All except one song, Michael Damien's "Was It Nothing At All". It's not the right beat; it's slow, calm, serene even... totally against what a running song should be... But, there's something so special about the song that I can't place it. There's something about the way he sings it, the guitar chords accompanying it that simply thrusts past my physical boundaries... I hear it with my heart, not my ears.
He sings it so painfully... the hurt just cries out at you
"Was it nothing at all...
No more hope of holding your body in the moonlight...
Did I fall in love for nothing..."
Perhaps his song reaches deep into the recesses of my suppressed memories. Was really happy once, with someone near and dear to my heart. But love dies, people move on, and memories are forgotten. Until a time when such a song comes, hurling its pick-ax and excavating the memories of past happiness and sorrow. And I wonder why I loved so hard, if it still came to naught.
"No more hope of touching you, feeling you by my side...
Did I fall in love for nothing..."
This song will remain in my music folder, happily hidden in-between two quick-paced, lyric-less tunes. If you ever see me, or run with me, and I have my headphones on...and my eyes glaze, and my feet slows its pace, and there's a broken smile on my face... you'll know what I'm hearing.
The song of my past.
1 comment:
i happen to like that song.
my songs for jogging are all fast paced stuff...I used to listen to classical and boy the slow movts were abit difficult to run to X_X...
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