next lesson:

Its a short story of a man about to fall in love with a woman. He's on a cliff getting ready to dive into "love" which is the metaphor of tempting waters below. He sees everyone else in love, drowning in the "water", they seem dead to him but look so happy. His girl, she's already in love, in the waters below, calling to him to jump.

Thrice "See you in the Shallows"

i hear the waves crash far below,
the rocks are leaping for the sky,
they're starving for the air,
for a bone to break , a dream to smash apart,
but i don't care.

it looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
this cliff has been well worn by ignorance.
it looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
they float face down they all look so content.

i don't know why I'm even here.
guess I'm afraid to be alone.
and down below i see my crew they look okay
that cant be blood the water here
is far too blue

and gravity
seems far away
but i can hear her call my name
its so comforting to know ill never have to think again

it looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
this cliff has been well worn by ignorance.
it looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
we float face down, and don't we look content?
it looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
this cliff has been well worn by ignorance.
it looks deep enough from here, I'm diving
we float face down, and don't we all look content?
it looks deep enough from here
it looks deep enough from here

Over the next few days i'm going to give you a lesson in good music. music with meaning. makes you think about life when you hear the lyrics. not music that just makes you want to go clubbing.

So listen close, turn up your volume, you just might be able to hear what I mean.

here's lesson one:
THRICE LYRICS

"The Artist In The Ambulance"

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

[Chorus:]
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and

[Chorus]

Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

[Chorus]

Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound