On September 15, 2021

Listening to the verse-chorus-verse

By Cassandra Tyndall

This morning as I sipped my coffee, enjoying the late winter air, the warming nearly-spring Sun and the song of rainbow lorikeets here in Australia, I got thinking about 2021 so far.

Like a song, this year has felt quite similar to the song writing formula of verse-chorus-verse. And just like a song, verse lyrics are more difficult to sing along to than the chorus. Anyone can sing along to a chorus, but if you really know the song, you’ll know the verses too.

Over the next six weeks, you’ll get the opportunity learn the third verse and get ready for the final chorus. If you listen carefully, you might notice the beat syncopates and changes, indicating the shift in energy and mood.

Astrologically, the chorus won’t arrive until very late October, but you already know those lines. For now, the combination of Mars’s ingress into Libra suggests there is some uncomfortable action to take. So if you’ve just been humming along to the words, or following them along with everyone else, it might be time to rewind and listen to the verses of the song and pay attention to the lyrics. That is where the real story of the song lies.

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