"Black & White"

I’m often asked to explain my songs – to elaborate on everything from an overarching inspiration to a single line. But – I have to say – I don’t like doing it. Not because I’m not proud of what I wrote or because there’s not meaning to it, but because there’s something deeply personal and beautiful about drawing your own conclusions from another’s art. I could spell it out for you, and I could say, “This is what this means,” but in a sense, I’m limiting what could have been by giving you even the slightest bit of direction. As I think I’ve said, I’m a huge proponent of the “There’s no right answer,” dogma that has been set in place for literature and art in general, so I encourage you to say, “This is how that makes me feel,” rather than, “Oh, I get what you’re saying,” – if you know what I mean. With that being said, I’m going to try something with the blog: Below, you’ll find one of the songs I’ve written that will be going on my new album. It’s a song called, “Black & White,” and it’s probably one of my lyrical favorites. Read it. Brew on it. Come to your own conclusions. Next week, I’ll tell you how it came about in a line-by-line manner, and we’ll see if our opinions are the same.


Well, she said, “Yeah, you must be dreaming

Cause you know this can’t be real.”

Then all the colors fade to black & white

As she slowly disappears,

And I don’t move cause I don’t understand,

Like waking from a sleep.

I rub my eyes, and then I play pretend

I’m imagining these things.

 

I look around, step back, and count to ten,

And before I know, she’s here again.

Well, I just want to hear her whisper,

So I cave, and I lean in.

And she says so soft, “I’ll be right here,”

As she drifts away from my eager ear,

So there I am, and there I’ll be, and there is she

Lying right in front of me.

 

But she says she can’t change,

And why would I want her to?

“Why do you care if when I stray,

I come back to you?”

And I say that, “All I am – and all of this –

Is wrapped up around your fingertips,

And if it slipped the slightest bit, you would

Watch from above for the thrill of it.

 

Cause you don’t what it’s like to feel like this.

No, you don’t know what it’s like to feel like this.

 

She reaches out. She takes my hand –

If only for the moment –

And I hope that maybe this is when

She won’t let go.

But it’s fleeting like the rest of her.

She’s a ghost that knows my name,

And she says, “Well, I’ll be back tomorrow,”

And we fall into the same old thing –

The same old scheme.

 

Oh, but she says she can’t change,

And why would I want her to?

“Why do you care if when I stray,

I come back to you?”

And I say that, “All I am – and all of this –

Is wrapped up around your fingertips,

And if it slipped the slightest bit, you would

Watch from above for the thrill of it.

 

Cause you don’t what it’s like to feel like this.

No, you don’t know what it’s like to feel like this.

I said you don’t what it’s like to feel like this.

No, you don’t know what it’s like to feel like this.

 

Well, I’ve listened to that same old line,

Said only once or a thousand times that

I’m reaching for a rope that isn’t there.

Cause we’ll just sway to the same old tune,

Oh, and I’ll fall right in and out of you

Cause you can’t change – you couldn’t.

But it’s not fair.

 

Cause you don’t what it’s like to feel like this

No, you don’t know what it’s like to feel like this

I said you don’t what it’s like to feel like this

No, you don’t know what it’s like to feel like this


Like I said, there’s no right answer. Your thoughts are as good as mine when it comes to how these words, put in this form, made you feel. So, tell me what you think. I’d love to hear from you.