Don’t tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Turn down the lights, Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head.
“I Can’t Make You Love Me” —REID/SHAMBLIN
Where do these words take you? Do they make you see something? What kind of bed? Single? Double? What color is the bedspread? The pillows? Where is the light coming from? A table lamp? Above the headboard?
When a lyric stimulates and provokes your senses, you draw the images from your own experiences. You fill Mike Reid’s and Alan Shamblin’s words with yourstuff. They involve you, so the song becomes about you. That’s the power of sense-bound writing. It pulls the listener into the song by using his own ...