I Can't Keep Up | Tourist

Fuck. I love this song.

I think dance songs about struggle connect with me more than any other type. I think it’s because, at the core, they’re how I’ve made it through. Not like my life has really been that hard. I mean come on. I’d be a whiny little bitch if I really thought my life was difficult. But I think everyone has those moments where just being feels unbearably painful.

Actually I think those moments are just glimpses of something else. Something deeper. I think those moments are glimpses of these undercurrents that lie dormant inside of people. The feelings, or thoughts, or questions, that are always there, resting silently. 

Until something happens to stir them up. Until something happens that makes them crash so violently that any sounds of logic or reason get muffled out. 

That’s when things get ugly. That’s when everything feels heavy. That’s when i feel paralyzed. And that’s when I have to dance.

Because sometimes dancing is the only way to push those feelings, thoughts, and questions down. Sometimes that’s only way to silent the I can’t keep up’s, the someone never showed me love’s, and the won’t somebody give a fuck’s that fill my head. Sometimes dancing, to songs like these, is the only way to take the deafening sounds that beat you down, and turn them into something that builds you up.

I fucking love this song.