Songs of Porcelain: “Mad World”

Hello, Everyone!

Every Monday, for a while, I will highlight songs that inspire my work in progress (WIP), Porcelain.

I believe that music and writing connect, and when one’s writing a fictional world, realistically one cannot deny music’s place. When I write, I listen to music. Not everyone can listen to music as they type and create, but I love escaping to the world I’m creating, and listening music gives me the creative sanctuary I crave.

Some songs offer tranquility. Some songs offer anger and rage. Some songs offer love. These aspects find themselves in my MC’s life and in the lives of those around her. I’ve songs for Kyra, my MC, and her villain, Dr. Bain Hunter. I have songs for her mother, Vivianne, an antagonist with her means of protecting her daughters. I even have songs for the loves of her life.

Enjoy this weekly post as I have enjoyed applying them to my WIP.


One of my chapters revolves around Kyra and Daisy returning to their childhood suburb. In my opinion, suburbs carry secrets that would cause cities to blush and anger themselves. Growing up, they experienced racism, typical and non-typical teen struggles, and rebellions against the bourgeoise’s faux charm.

I picked Tears for Fears’ “Mad World” symbolizing this blurry entrapment whenever they venture home, as the adage, “Home is Where the Heart Is” need not apply.


 

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
Mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

Songwriters: Roland Orzabal
Mad World lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC

Well, that’s it for this installment of Songs of Porcelain, my weekly spotlight on music influencing my work in progress, Porcelain. If you like to comment, feel free to do so below.

 

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Photo Credit: Spencer Imbrock

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Lover of Words. Mother. Teacher. Traveler. Writer. Bionic woman against ignorance. Finding the balance between words and reality. M.Ed. built to school you.

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