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Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros
Up From Below
2009

I have Bethel and Songza to thank for this one.

Sometimes I can't help but think that technology is very aware; more specifically, that technology (music-related, mainly) knows exactly what I need; that things are revealed at the precise moment they are needed.

It seemed that no matter what playlist I ended up selecting on Songza, I would end up coming across this song.  Every time I heard the opening of "Home", I would smile, rush towards Bethel and click click click the volume up to its capacity,

"ALABAMA, ARKANSAS, I DO LOVE MY MA AND PA,
BUT NOT THE WAY THAT I DO LOVE YOU
HOLY MOLEY ME-OH-MY, YOU'RE THE APPLE OF MY EYE
GIRL, I'VE NEVER LOVED ONE LIKE YOU"

I've mentioned my penchant towards boy/girl vocals before, and this song is no exception.  Now that I have it (i.e. own it; i.e. paid money for it--only to realize that I had already downloaded it ages ago, haha), it is one of those songs that consistently slaps a huge grin on my face. I LOVE THIS SONG.  I must have listened to it fifty times already.  Enough times to have memorized the lyrics (even that talking bit:

"Jade?
Alexander?
Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?"...and so on...AH.  I love that part.  That part is smiling at the bus stop, waiting for the 105.)

I love that opening whistle solo (yes, whistle solo).
And the lyrics.  The LYRICS.

Clearly this song came to me at the time it would have the greatest impact.

I missed you.  I longed for you.  I thought.  A lot.  And came to the conclusion that:

"Home is wherever I'm with you"

I should have written this post on Wednesday (cough, yes, I am using that backdating LiveJournal feature)...or even before that, when I was completely caught up in this song, when it was the only thing I listened to, on repeat.  But, here we are, a few days later...and, it still has the same effect.  Immediate elation.  Arms wide (arms wide seems to be a qualifier for me, in some way), pure bliss.  A song that can speak for me when my own words are insufficient.