I am also thankful for music. Not just any music, because, let's be honest, some of it stinks (see: The Fray, Nick Carter solo).
I'm thankful that some people can play the piano. I am thankful that I can read music and can at least play the melody of a song. I'm thankful that some people can play other instruments, like the euphonium, the flute, and the guitar.
But more than anything, I am thankful for the emotions that the song "Zero Percent" by Jason Mraz evokes. Every time I hear it, I feel ecstatic, content, excitement, giddy, and even a bit sad and overwhelmed. I hope I never become callous to this song.
Zero Percent- Jason MrazWell our friends on the front porch, well they're telling jokesAnd they swing swiftly towards them happier times.They're expending a line and finding more energy for the effortAnd getting distance from that front porch spotlight.But, us, we found peace in the shadowsLong enough to see the monsters rise.Candy's got some space to fill in her daydreamLiving high on yesterday's liesTalking to me about some zero percent interestAnd how she got a better deal than the next guy.Oh my God, and the way the lightning shocked usWhen we were lost and we were looking down that long deserted highwayYour hair was longer then and now I can rememberSee now I remember oh, so well.Oh, the roads encumbered by catsThey're burning like wet matchesThrough my miracle mile mindYou left your thumbprint inside me now for months it seemsBut mine only brushes your soft surfaceAnd somehow,Somehow it leaves me listlessMy tongue curls under my lips, oh, oh, yes.So I can't speak to tell you of the months before I met youAnd the way the truth it locked us, oh,Right 'bout the time after the lightning shocked usI'll say it again.When we were young, when we were young and missing'Round that small New England bywayOur lives they were sheltered then and now I can rememberSee now well I remember, oh, so well, almost too wellWell, it's not even being about that anymoreI gotta get you down tonight.Those tiny fragments of perfectionThey please me in a time unchangedWhen it's not the same beginningOr a long-awaited end.If I knew all the words,I would write myself out of here.If I was all the colorsI would paint you pretty in goldIn a picture, so I'm told, little sister.So now I'm sold, little sisterWhy don't you tell me all about the sunsets in SwedenAnd the laws of EdenAnd how you were the rock of GibraltarAnd how they called you "foxy."Well, that's another whole box of Pandora's,That's another whole box of them ties.Slide your foot off the gasBefore we crashRight back into the median, Lord.It separates our houseFrom the middle of the street.Mi casa, en el medio de la calle.Our house.It's on the front porch where we're telling the jokes and swinging oh, so swiftly toward those happier times.They're expending all those lines and finding more energy for the effort and getting distance from that front porch spotlight.But us, we found some peace in the all of them shadows, oh, long enough to see that monster die, oh long enough to see the monster die.Is it long enough? Is it long enough for me?Oh, my. If it isn't, and if it isn't, and it ain't, and if it don't. If it can't, then it won't.And that's just the way that it goes, over and over again.That's just the way things go.