These Words
Natasha Bedingfield

These words are my own.

Threw some chords together.
The combination D-E-F
Is who I am, is what I do
And I was gonna lay it down for you.
Try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D.
I need some help, some inspiration
But it's not coming easily.

Trying to find the magic,
Trying to write a classic.
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
Waste-bin full of paper,
Clever rhymes, see you later.

These words are my own,
From my heart flow ...
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
There's no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you ...

Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats,
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat.
I'm having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines.
I know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn't find a killer hook.
Now you've gone and raised the bar right up,
Nothing I write is ever good enough.

I'm getting off my stage,
The curtains pull away,
No hyperbole to hide behind,
My naked soul exposes.

These words are my own,
From my heart flow ...
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

That's all I got to say,
Can't think of a better way,
And that's all I've got to say,
I love you, is that okay?

Passte nur irgendwie gerade so schön, da mir der Song und insbesondere das charmante Video seit Monaten nicht aus dem Kopf gehen. Mit rhymes und drum machines habe ich natürlich weniger am Hut, aber trotzdem bedeutet mir der Song einiges, so was den Prozess des Schreibens und das less is more-Prinzip angeht. Und natürlich, weil ich ein großer Freund der Meta-Ebene bin.

(Oh, while I'm at it, I've got a book recommendation. — Ahhh, books.)