We all have them, songs that seem to speak right to that secret place in your soul – sometimes secret even from you. They flow into you, through you, whirling, swirling around until they completely surround a tiny spot deep down inside of you. And then they never leave. They can grow and occasionally fester in you like an open wound, or they can heal you, fill you up, and inspire you.
Many times they don’t even reflect your normal musical tastes. They can be shameful secrets that you keep from family and friends – in my case it’s Janet Jackson – sneaking listens when no one is home or when you’re alone in your car. You feel like a drug addict craving your next fix. Thank jebus for MP3 players – the syringe of those suffering with this terrible and often embarrassing affliction.
This is my list of some of the songs that speak to me in ways (and places) no person can (or has yet). This is the third installment of Songs and I will leave you to delve the depths of my musical depravity. My dirty little secrets seem to go on and on — some are dirtier than others and some are just head-scratching or eclectic — and some of them are VERY dirty, and I probably need a BBFC rating of 15.
In no particular order:
"Glory Box" – Portishead
This steamy, sultry jazz/trip-hop tune frames lyrics that I think mirror all women’s feelings about love, life, and men eventually. “I'm so tired, of playing/ Playing with this bow and arrow / Gonna give my heart away / Leave it to the other girls to play / For I've been a temptress too long / Just… / Give me a reason to love you / Give me a reason to be, a woman / I just wanna be a woman”. Those lyrics combined with the jazzy sensual melodic music and Beth Gibbons distinctive, eerie, mournful voice create a song that reaches out and grabs my soul in its silky, sensuous grip.