tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099300574759534667.post4268453891302149593..comments2023-09-16T07:00:43.897-07:00Comments on Her Lovely Bones.: It's Getting Cold; I Think We Should GoMargaret.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323603226022982216noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099300574759534667.post-46540675185923567622009-10-24T10:27:10.486-07:002009-10-24T10:27:10.486-07:00I did, too. My mom played them, and she also sung...I did, too. My mom played them, and she also sung them to me as a young child. Needless to say, I associate many intense emotions with their songs.<br /><br />This one really means what it says, I feel. It's true, a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries. I mean, they weren't just throwing pretty words together to make rhymes, like too many "artists" are, to make cheap songs. That is accurate, if we make ourselves a rock, an island...<br /><br />And the verse, "I have my books and my poetry to protect me. I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in room, safe within my womb - I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island..." Hits the nail on the head, does it not?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com