Inspirational Music Monday 5-18-15

Before I get into the nitty gritty here, let me explain what Mondays mean here at Nightmares and Chocolate. Besides being the start of most white collar work weeks, Mondays here are for music that inspire you to write. Some of the songs that will be featured may be sad, some happy, some odd. I enjoy a wide range of music, and my tastes will be reflected in these blog posts. I’m not a music expert, but I do love music, and abhor silence. Silence is deadly here.

Besides being a great group to look at, Fall Out Boy has a the honor of owning a few spots on my personal playlist. I have friends to thank for that, there are two who are responsible for me liking the band. But the reason this songs makes my list is for the lyrics.

What are writers? You could easily twist the words in the lyrics to explain all writers. While the song has deeper meaning, I’m looking at the simplistic lyrical wording here. Writers, authors, are arms dealers. We deal in words though, rather than weapons.

Yes, the song is more about tabloids ad the way they love to twist words, but I still love the song. How many authors find a sick and twisted joy in destroying the hopes of fans? “Don’t kill XXX character, please?” Three books later, XXX is killed in a tragic bathroom scene and fans across the world are screaming in agony. This is power here, and something I so desperately hope to wield.

Listen to the video, then check the lyrics below.

"This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race"

I am an arms dealer

Fitting you with weapons in the form of words

And don't really care which side wins

As long as the room keeps singing

That's just the business I'm in, yeah

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

I'm not a shoulder to cry on

But I digress

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,

Oh so intricate

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,

Oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up

(You look pretty sinking)

But the real bombshells have already sunk

(Prima donnas of the gutter)

At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep

Crashing not like hips or hearts,

No, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

This bandwagon's full

Please, catch another

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,

Oh so intricate

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,

Oh so intricate

Yeah...

Whoa-oh

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love

And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough

Sing, until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

(Now you)

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

(Wear out the groove)

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

(Sing out loud)

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

(Oh, oh)

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,

Oh so intricate

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,

Oh so intricate