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    OneRepublic - Stop & Stare

    FONTS. swimchick
    IMAGE. as credited.
    CODES. shotgun
    DESIGNER. sheryl

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    Thursday, December 18, 2008
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    Killing Me Softly With His Song 
    ( Roberta Flack )

    Strumming my pain with his fingers,
    Singing my life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Telling my whole life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song ... 

    I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
    And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
    And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

    Strumming my pain with his fingers,
    Singing my life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Telling my whole life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song ... 

    I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
    I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
    I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...

    Strumming my pain with his fingers,
    Singing my life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Telling my whole life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song ... 

    He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
    And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
    But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

    Strumming my pain with his fingers,
    Singing my life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Telling my whole life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song ... 

    He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Killing me softly with his song,
    Telling my whole life with his words,
    Killing me softly with his song ... 

    With his song ...

    I've always adored this song in some strange way or another. Maybe it's just the title... "killing me softly..." the idea that someone is unknowingly killing someone else. What an idea that is much present in this day. How many times have we silently been killed by the words and actions of our loved ones, by our close friends, by those we respect, by those we want to befriend?

    every word, every sentence, every glance,

    so probably one part of my heart has died along with you,

    In those countless times you know not of,

    but I stay there anticipating,

    with the knowledge that resurrection is near. 

    2:03 AM