Lyrics of the Week – Week 25

Dedicated to you.

“Glitter in the Air” by P!nk

VMA trapeze performance; part of her Funhouse tour

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands;
Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
e you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don’t care?

It’s only half past the point of no return,
The tip of the iceberg,
The sun before the burn,
The thunder before lightning,
The breathe before the phrase.
Have you ever felt thIs way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone;
You’re whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re not alone?
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

It’s only half past the point of oblivion,
The hourglass on the table,
The walk before the run,
The breath before the kiss,
And the fear before the flames.
Have you ever felt this way?
La La La La La La La La

There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar.
You called me sugar.

Have you ever wished for an endless night;
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?
Have you ever held your breathe and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight,

I bought P!nk’s Funhouse album with the last of my iTunes money from Christmas. I only knew three songs (“Sober”, “Please Don’t Leave Me” and “So What”), but I have immense faith in P!nk as a musician. She’s the girl who, after her first album, decided she didn’t want to be just another mass produced R&B star: she earned “cool” points and respect. Much of this album dealt with her emotions after and during her separation from her husband. (They are back together now.) Frustration, determination, vulnerability and despair are each artistically portrayed through the lyrics and beat of this album.

I chose this song because when I listened to it in the car for the first time, I was intrigued by the first line. Was it “Have you ever felt a lover with just your hands?” or “Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?” Each gesture provoked separate memories, but equal passionate emotions. As I kept listening to the song, I fell for the soft piano and ultimate push toward the time when he calls her “sugar”.

There is only one night in which I’ve felt this way. I’ll keep the details to myself for sake of the subject’s identity. Let’s just say this song displays the events perfectly. I did not feed him with my hands, but I did cry without him noticing.

A few days ago the person who I shared such a night with told me, “I miss you” out of thin air. Hello again, ache.

“That is all.”

Photo Credit: Funhouse


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