Album Review, “Breathe” by Faith Hill

Album Review, “Breathe” by Faith Hill

It’s melodramatic softness.  There’s sensationalism within its grasp on perfections given to love, romance, and pointless refutals.  But of course, I’m referring to its strength of vague thought as opposed to some kind of libel typically found in modern newspapers when moments permit them for referential thinking, although maybe I’m touched by Hill’s emotions, especially with all the heartache and poison present in our current planet.  A soft touch here, a soft touch there.  I define its softness as the routines taken for similar instruments in which Faith Hill makes her remarkable voice reflected to reason for agony and defeat, for weakness can bring in the glory as someone else sympathizes with her dispute on Elvis and fossils; in fact, “words” is a metaphor used to describe unnecessary simplicity, or what’s just the gobbledegook we’re so used to in politics, fashion, and education, vibes proceeding on touch for the softness between a brittle heart and another storm of love.  Sounds in the album explode fairly well depending on your act of defense in choosing a CD or other to bring a soft touch into your living room.  A lady like Hill reigns supreme on the overemotional numbness women may express when they’re pointing fingers at others and returning to brittle sympathy on the touch, exaggerated and forgotten as love’s grand size comes back to haunt fluttering fans into submission at the closest technology to their meat of emotion: the flesh before its disguise, emotions as brittle in the air for taking to the next level on happiness for the gaze, gaze as Hill assumes in her personal sensation for the oncoming events of a dream one by one.  Feelings are rectified under her focus until the sympathy is made into reason for glory unto heaven, likened to belief, likened to love, over the suffocating elements resumed on flirts taken to consider light before moments shine.  “Breathe” (the song) itself is a story that breaks the mold of passing histories among lovers on approach to sweet freedoms.  Am I supposed to be this way?  Drama kindles the love into excitement in this case through and through for what’s disputed on a gaze, happiness into motion across the universe for the soft touch spread around in my living room in resounding thuds of evidence, given proof for speech that we listen to, and hear, over the rhyme and reason of conundrums realized in love at its perfections, feelings split on the subjects imagined and demonstrated through the social images in our heads where all the magic transforms softness into belief rather than vacuum.  

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