6 Songs Turned Poetry From A Concert Addict*

*To put this list in context—When I recently told a friend, on Facebook, that I had attended 34 Dave Matthews Band concerts, a friend of his replied ‘I have not even attended 34 concerts in my entire life’. Some of the artists on this list I have seen perform more than once. Dr. Gregory House said Music is the global constant. I tend to agree with that snarky piano playing fool. 

Stars shine down from the black

And we’re picking through the broken glass

Well how could we know our lives

would be so full of beautifully broken things

– “Broken Things” by Dave Matthews Band, from Away From The World

A warning sign

It came back to haunt me, and I realised

That you were an island and I passed you by

And you were an island to discover

Come on in

I’ve gotta tell you what a state I’m in

I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones

That I started looking for a warning sign

– “Warning Sign” by Coldplay from A Rush of Blood to the Head

I am waiting for something to go wrong

I am waiting for familiar resolve

I am waiting for another repeat

Another diet fed by crippling defeat

And I am waiting for that sense of relief

I am waiting for you to flee the scene

As if you held in your hand the smoking gun

And on the floor lay the one you said you loved

– “Expo ’86” by Death Cab for Cutie from Transatlanticism

I can see the light come peering through the sky in my mind
Closing people come in but also lying on the floor

I would hold you in my arms until we both are home

I would hold you in my arms until we both are all alone

– “Signs of Love” by Moby from 18

Hand over my mouth; I’m earning the right to my silence.

In quiet, discerning between ego and timing.

Good judgment is once again proving to me

that it’s still worth it’s weight in gold.

From now on I’m gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak

and my warm blood starts to boil,

that seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your voice is like
chewing tin foil.

– “Blood on the Ground” by Incubus from Morning View

Come inside look around

I lift you off the ground

Snapped your ribs made a lover

So you could share each other

Come inside



– “Flesh and Bone” by Alien Ant Farm from ANThology

Contributing Editor

SaraEve Fermin is a performance poet and epilepsy advocate from New Jersey. An East Coast heart jumping circus trains, she is the editor-in-chief of Wicked Banshee Press. Nowadays can be found volunteering at National Poetry Slam Events. She is a Women of the World Poetry Slam Competitor and her work can be found in GERM Magazine, Drunk In A Midnight Choir, Free Verse Magazine and Transcendence among others. Her second book of poetry, The View From The Top of the Ferris Wheel, will be published by Emphat!c Press in 2015. She believes in the power of foxes and self publishing.