I swear every single time i hear this song I cry like a baby.
I found out about it from Renee Carlino’s new book, Blind Kiss. The character in the scene going through a divorce, losing her best friend whom she also loves because he is going away to France to live with his pregnant girlfriend, her genius son leaving home for university at 14 while she grapples with the fact that she is 34 and never had achieved much in her life.
She plays it and says its the saddest song she could think of and she is painfully correct. It makes think of my own death and being aware of it in my final moments while i think of all the deaths i have mourned over all at once.
I mean. I am listening to it right now and crying. This chord has definitely struck. I swear the man sounds like he is somehow crying while singing it too.
When the night comes, don’t be afraid. You’re only dreaming.
You know i never used to understand people who can listen to music they can’t understand but i must say. Now I do. I grew up listening to my father play lingala which i regarded as blatant madness because i knew he didn’t speak any French much less lingala so I thought he was deluded. He must be. Right?
It is time for me to eat humble pie because i definitely get it now.I don’t understand a word of ‘Tajabone’ but i understand it not in my mind but in my soul. I welcome all of you especially those who can’t understand the lyrics, understand not with your mind but with your soul.
Music is understood in the soul not the mind.
‘We don’t own our heavens, we only own our hell.’
One great song
Two masterpiece renditions.
On this particular song i adored the story telling , impeccably done.
For a long time i didn’t know that there were two people singing and that’s how in sync their voices are with each other. A distinct individual sound emerging from the combination of their voices, very impressive indeed.
I hope you enjoy this as much as i did.