Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
R.E.M. Everybody Hurts
This one goes out to the ones I love.
The precious ones who invited me in to sit close with your pain. Let me pick up the words of anger. Who've transmitted a smidge of their grief through held hands.
Bless you for the trusted moments of raw grief when no answers suffice. The gift of listening to the transmissions of the tear-soaked songs. Learning the stories. These ears have picked up some wavelengths that otherwise would not have come through.
Stories not my own.
For being merciful in expectation.
Teaching things I could not know.
For letting me love you up close.
Trusting me with your tender moments.
These tunes have shaped they way I hear others in their pain and sing through my own.
Thinking about you through October, especially. Life in Stereo has its roots in your hymns of vulnerability.
I love you.
The One I Love R.E.M.
Trouble Me 10000 Maniacs