Little Secrets

Lyrics do not penetrate my brain. I can certainly appreciate a good lyric, and bad lyrics are difficult to ignore. For the most part, though, they simply act as something for me to sing along to in my car. While I pick up the words quickly, I rarely pay any heed to what I’m singing. I can listen to a song hundreds of times, but my mind ignores Bloom’s Taxonomy and rarely goes further than the knowledge stage when a song plays.

The album I listened to most in August was Manners by Passion Pit. This surprised no one more than me, since it doesn’t exactly fit with most of the music in my collection. Yet something about it made me want to listen to it every time I got in my car for at least a month. “Little Secrets” found itself played repeatedly at maximum volume with me singing louder with every listen. What was I singing? I don’t have a clue. Judging by the reviews of the album, the music is a lot more upbeat than the lyrics. I just haven’t made the effort to figure out what it says, nor do I plan to do so. The way I hear it, “Little Secrets” may as well be a Sigur Ros song. Of course, I sing along to Sigur Ros as well.

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