Tuesday, December 02, 2008

AN OPEN LETTER TO

The sweet tortured Damien rice,

I suppose you don’t really write them for me and I suppose you don’t really sing them for me either, but every gut-wrenching, heart-breaking song you sing tells the story a soul who cant seem to find the right words or use its own voice.

Your songs are both profound and simple, both obvious and ambiguous, both familiar and strange. But they are always, always hauntingly beautiful. It amazes me how something so beautiful can come from, and I only assume this from your songs, such a dark and sad place.

If a movie of my life is ever made someday, I would like you to write my song and I would like Drew Barrymore to play me.

Love, always love,
Maite