I need to sing.
That is how I'm built.
I've sung since I was little
And that was a long time ago.
I need to sing.
When I don't do it intentionally
My soul will sing to me.
My ears will latch on to any song
And I will sing it back to myself
Until the next song comes along.
I need to sing,
But as I say so often,
I hate my voice.
My voice is counter to who I am.
My voice sings in a way that
No longer sounds like me,
No longer communicates my soul
But is what the voice that I have can do.
I need to sing,
So I sing in other ways.
I sing through my computer keyboard.
I sing by smiling and walking a little faster
In the morning down the street
To the bus stop.
I sing by telling my sweetie
That I love her
Over and over
Every five minutes
To the point where I'm annoying.
I need to sing, so
I sing ridiculous songs,
Letting the humor shine my light,
The irony itself twisting my pain
Into a lopsided smile.
I need to sing
Because there's too much
That can't be expressed in any other way.
I need to sing
Because I know that the universe resonates
To the sound of a singing voice.
I need to sing
Because I also need to dance
With you
And singing as you dance
Is the best music.
Showing posts with label voice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label voice. Show all posts
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Voice.
I'm a fan of Bad Lip Reading in general -- the absurdist humor is to my taste. I wish they were a little less Freudian at times, but you can't have everything!
This latest video earns a posting here for a different reason, though.
Listen especially to the bit at the end where they talk in character. I think it's the same voice as in this video:
I think it's a pretty good job of making a set of testosterone-altered vocal chords sound feminine. I'm impressed, actually!
Labels:
bad lip reading,
transgender,
voice,
Youtube
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Voice Poem
I open my mouth
There's a gateway.
From the inside: out.
From the outside: in.
Way in.
I breathe in. I feel my voice engage.
I am at war with the sound
I make when I sing.
My voice fails me, but I strive to reconcile with it.
My gift.
The instrument of God, whom I also war with.
I have faith (but not in God.)
I could never open my mouth if I didn't.
My voice and I will win this war together.
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