Originally Posted by
Jenna
She wrote that song for The Hunger Games. She's also not giving any sort of advice in the song.
One thing that's really prominent in all of her songs is her ability to paint a vivid picture for the listener. She's always saying exactly what is happening, and that is what Se types do. She uses sharp, descriptive words to really bring you in the moment whereas an Ni type would be more abstract. Se language is literal, physical actions (punch, slam, crumble, shove, things like that) as well as things like murder, revenge, or more positive things like conquering/winning (have you ever noticed how often she mentions winning/losing?). Sentence off the top of my head: "The man was standing beneath a streetlight with his fist clenched and raised in the air." Ni focuses more on past/future, consequences, time, flow, destiny, inevitability, stuff like that.
She does it in every song I have heard her sing, but some examples:
Do you remember, we were sitting there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter
You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.
Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man
You can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know
And it isn't Si language, which is still very descriptive but in a different way. With Si types, it's like they are describing their physical sensations, using words like sticky, dirty, smooth, etc.
This is Si language:
Oh, but how can words express the feel of sunlight
In the morning in the hills away from city strife
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
I type her SLE btw.