I don't see a recent post about music, so I thought I'd start one for anyone who'd like to share what's been speaking to them.
H and I drive four hours each way to our MC's office. Last Thursday, after a particularly great session, I got behind the wheel and blasted one of my favorite artists, Frank Turner. As I was belting it out through cleansing tears, it occurred to me to share him with y'all. Lots of his songs are about anxiety and recovery and might be helpful for both BS and WS.
Here are a couple:
Get Better
I got me a shovel
And I'm digging a ditch
And I'm going to fight for this four square feet of land like a mean old son of a bitch
I got me a future
I'm not stuck on the past
I got no new tricks, yeah I'm up on bricks but me, I'm a machine and I was built to last
I'm trying to get better because I haven't been my best
She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest
She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart,
And said: "Come on now, let's fix this mess"
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet
They threw me a whirlwind
And I spat back the sea
I took a battering but I've got thicker skin and the best people I know looking out for me
So I'm taking the high road
My engines running high and fine
May I always see the road rising up to meet me and my enemies defeated in the mirror behind
I'm trying to get better because I haven't been my best
She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest
She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart,
And said: "Come on now, let's fix this mess"
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet
It's just a knot in the small of your back
You could work it out with your fingers
It's just a tune that got stuck in your head
You could work it out with your fingers
It's just some numbers tangled up in your sums
You could work it out with your fingers
It's just a simple braille mission from the person you miss, a reminder you could always be
A little bit better than this
So try and get better and don't ever accept less
Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest
Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness
Come on now, let's fix this mess
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet
If Ever I Stray
Forgive me someone, for I have sinned
And I know not where I should begin
And some days it feels like you just can't win
No matter what you do or say.
Things didn't kill me but I don't feel stronger
Life is short but it feels much longer
When you've lost the fight yeah you've lost that hunger
To pull yourself through the day.
But if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me out back to shore!
'Cos love is free and life is cheap
As long as I've got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
Then I can't ask for anything more
So come on everybody sing it 1, 2, 3, 4
So we all have secrets that we hold inside
Yeah the worst little things that you never confide
The worst one of all that you just can't hide
Is that you're never quite as strong as you sound
So I'm sorry baby, for the times I've hurt you
Sorry friends, for the times I desert you
Most days it feels like I don't deserve you
And I wonder that you're all still around
So if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me out back to shore!
'Cos love is free and life is cheap
But as long as I've got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can't ask for anything more
Come on everybody sing it 1, 2, 3, 4
Come on and join me in the water
We'll swim for hope
Sometimes it's hard to remember
I couldn't do this on my own
So if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me out back to shore!
'Cos love is free and life is cheap
As long as I've got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can't ask for anything more
I can't ask for anything more
The path I chose isn't straight and narrow
It wanders 'round like a drunken fellow
Some days it's hard for me to follow
But if you've got my back I'll go on.
If you've got my back I'll go on