Wednesday, September 26, 2007

unwritten

A couple of weeks ago, my friend Heather asked me what my "theme song" for Jane was. I didn't know what she was talking about, so she explained that last summer, when she had her son, she kept hearing the same song, and inevitably it reminds her of him now (don't ask me what the song is, I don't remember). Anyway, I immediately thought of the theme song from "The Hills," because every time I hear it, right away my mind flashes back to those beginning weeks where I was up just about 24 hours a day, nursing Jane and watching the incredibly addictive brain candy, "The Hills," and its sister program, "Laguna Beach." It wasn't until I really thought about it that "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield is the perfect theme song - and now it just makes me teary when I hear it.

Unwritten
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

2 comments:

Flann said...

Awww, that made me a little sniffly, too. Good choice.

It's funny how certain songs can transport us while others have no real effect.

lgaumond said...

Oh that's perfect! Now it's stuck in my head.