Certain songs that remind you of therapy?

Native American music.

I haven’t listened to music much at all in the last 24 hours. I didn’t realize how much I was using music to cope with my feelings about therapy. I guess that’s a good thing I haven’t needed it? I can’t think of any song that I associate now with the therapy I’m currently receiving.

Coldplay up and up. Reminds me of my T and of the whole therapy journey. It's been "my song'...

Fixing up a car to drive in it again
Searching for the water hoping for the rain
Up and up, up and up
Down upon the canvas, working meal to meal
Waiting for a chance to pick your orange field
Up and up, up and up
See a pearl form, a diamond in the rough
See a bird soaring high above the flood
It's in your blood, it's in your blood
Underneath the storm an umbrella is saying
"Sitting with the poison takes away the pain"
Up and up, up and up it's saying
We're gonna get it, get it together, I know
I'm gonna get it, get it together somehow
We're gonna get it, get it together and flower
Woah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're gonna get it, get it together I know
We're gonna get it, get it together and flow
I'm gonna get it, get it together and go
Up and up and up
Lying in the gutter, aiming for the moon
Trying to empty out the ocean with a spoon
Up and up, up and up
How come people suffer, how come people part?
How come people struggle, how come people break your heart?
Break your heart, ohh
Yes I want to grow, yes I want to feel
Yes I want to know, show me how to heal it up
Heal it up
See the forest there in every seed
Angels in the marble waiting to be freed
Just need love just need love
When the going is rough saying
We're gonna get it, get it together, I know
I'm gonna get it, get it together somehow
We're gonna get it, get it together and flower
Woah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're gonna get it, get it together I know
We're gonna get it, get it together and flow
I'm gonna get it, get it together and go
And you can say what is, or fight for it
Close your mind or take a risk
You can say it's mine and clench your fist
Or see each sunrise as a gift
We're gonna get it, get it together, I know
I'm gonna get it, get it together somehow
We're gonna get it, get it together and flower
Woah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're gonna get it, get it together I know
We're gonna get it, get it together and flow
I'm gonna get it, get it together and go
Up and up and up
We're gonna get it, get it together, I know
I'm gonna get it, get it together somehow
We're gonna get it, get it together and flower
Woah, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're gonna get it, get it together I know
We're gonna get it, get it together and flow
I'm gonna get it, get it together and go
Up and up and up
Fixing up a car to drive in it again
When you're in pain
When you think you've had enough
Don't ever give up
Don't ever give up

My second favorite song after Halls is called Black And White movies. It talks about an old beach town. Which reminds me of how we both vacation at the same place. The part that really reminds me of therapy is “do you ever rewind to the summer you knew me?” That’s when things were really tough and I was in the ER and doctors offices with infections and trying to get my surgery covered. We went through a lot last summer. I do think she thinks of me sometimes. I think she sometimes wonders what I look like now. I hope my new therapist is open to certain discussions that I had last year that majorly helped me deal with my change in emotions and hormones.

I’m trying to find a new song that reminds me of something else. The song Send Me On My Way just puts me in an overall good mood which is rare for a song to do that.

Heard this one by McFly today... Old school! A Walk in the Sun...

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
I wonder what it's like to be home
And I don't walk where there's a stone in my shoe
All I know is that with time I'll be fine
I wonder what it's like to fly so high
Or to breathe under the sea
I wonder if some day I'll be good with goodbyes
But I'll be okay if you come along with me
Such a long, long way to go
Where I'm going I don't know
I'm just following the road
For a walk in the sun
For a walk in the sun
I wonder how they put a man on the moon
I wonder what it's like up there
I wonder if you'll ever sing this tune
All I know is the answer's in the air
Such a long, long way to go
Where I'm going I don't know
I'm just following the road
For a walk in the sun
For a walk in the sun
Sitting here watching the world going by
Is it true when we die we go up to the sky
Whoa
Whoa
So many things that I don't understand
Burnt feet in the sand when I'm walking in the sun
Whoa
Walking in the sun
Such a long, long way to go
And where I'm going I don't know
I'm just following the road
For a walk in the sun
For a walk in the sun
Yeah
Whoa

Current T:
, by The Hotelier
The icons cluttering your bureau
are eyeing me as I walk in
Your guardians are present in here
and I trust that they have always been
hiding somewhere in your closet,
collecting moisture from your face
Your secret world speaks without words
and I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place

But if I want them too will they speak to me soon
in a language ripe for my listening?
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
the refracted light keeps glistening.

A drapery of clashing fabrics
in every corner of your room.
They hung like lace on the whitewashed face
of the walls that are begging you to move
Leave the things that hold a history,
as if they're present in your will
A brand new place a few miles away
but I just wasn't sure I was staying still

But if you choose this, too, it's a honest move
and I guess that it makes for no deferences.
There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon.
Just a touch too soon, two deliverances.

On an empty panel floor I lie here for communion just waiting for one more
but in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon
What am I supposed to do? What was I supposed to do?
But if I want them too will they come to me soon?
Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon?
Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you
But I couldn't ask this of you. I couldn't ask this.

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead.
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
that I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
But if I choose this, too, does it count as my move?
I can't drop my history just to become new.
Now swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
but I couldn't ask this of you. I couldn't ask this.

That's beautiful LT. Not knowing the tune it just reads like a poem to me. It's a bit haunting but it's beautiful.