To Noise Making | Hozier

to noise making (SING) - Hozier

remember when you'd sing, just for the fuck of it
all the joy it would bring.

somewhere along the way, it stopped being noise making. it stopped being freedom,
and it stopped being mine.

thankful for the reminder - singing among people i adore, bopping to a tune that's no more than just a whole lotta fun. for a reason that's no more than just celebrating joy. remembering what exactly i love about this expression.

i've always said, i'm drawn to songs for the way they so clearly come out of the writer's need for a larger expression of whatever they are feeling - a way to feel more joy, more hurt, more desperation, or truth maybe.
i forgot that the voice could be mine. i forgot that it applies to me, too.

in 'theatre school' we learn that there is always an intention behind the song. always a reason that the character suddenly breaks into a melody. it's not for winning tonys or oscars or selling tickets (though there's that, too).  it's because words are no longer enough.
it's because the character is so swept up in the moment that the ONLY way to express it is through song. & sometimes that is just for the hell of it. because the feeling inside begs for more.

i couldn't name that feeling carried in that voice
was is that or just the act of making noise that brought you joy?

and i remember,
i remember when noise making became my refuge, my relief, and my strength.

I didn't always sing it right
but who could call me wrong.
i put my emptiness to melody,
my awful heart to song.

You don't have to sing it nice, BUT HONEY SING IT STRONG.
At best you find a little remedy, at worst the world will sing along. 

belting hilary duff at the harvest festival
harmonizing for folks that strained to hear, but smiled in memory
voices raised over sticky keys, sharing a melody with someone you once called baby
lip syncing to top 40 radio - doing it for the 'gram
standing solo on a stage. your voice made vulnerable.
screamed lyrics over loud speakers, your one true hero materialized before your very eyes
worshipping in a grungy bar, one voice out of hundreds
head stretched out rolled down windows, singing to remember
this moment
this feeling
this expression
this

so honey, sing. 
and sing and sing and sing and sing and sing