Barbara's Random Thoughts

Over the Rhine's Ohio was waiting for me in a nice box from Amazon when I got home on Saturday (along with HP #6, yay!). I have subsequently been carrying out my usual obsessive new good music routine: listening to the CD endlessly at home, waking up to it, taking it in the car with me so I can listen to it on my commute, and listening to it all day at work. And this is the song I currently can't stop listening to.

Bothered
Over the Rhine

Don't be bothered by the fears,
I'll try to bottle them like my mother's perfume.
She wore it only on Sunday,
kept it safe in her room in a chest with a key.
We found it anyway.

Don't be bothered by the fears.
They'll only join us like the sky that blushes red tonight,
and makes the wind die down,
calms the troubled sea (more out of duty than pleasure,
but out of pleasure nonetheless.)

Your fire burns me like a favorite song,
a song I should have known all along.
I feel you move like smoke in my eyes,
and that is why.

Don't be bothered by the fears
that sing from my eyes like carillon ringing only on Sunday
on the roof, down the streets, finally over the river.
Ring for you, ring for me, finally, forever.
It's just I never, it's just I never thought,
I never thought that I could be this free.

Your fire burns me like a favorite song,
a song I should have known all along.
I feel you move like smoke in my eyes,
and that is why.

Don't be bothered, no.