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.
Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais j’aime cette chanson
I just love that last one, the lyrics, the mood, the scenario lends itself to so much storytelling. I can’t even count how many interpretations of this song i have, why he killed her, if he even killed her?
It just hit me after i wrote this the song’s similitude to the story of Hamlet’s Ophelia, but it really is a neat interpretation of the legend of Elisa Day(the wild rose)
Honestly no one can beat Michael but this guy puts up a funky strong fight, his sound is so refreshingly turnaround and different on this classic.
we were soldiers in the same war,
just two passing ships wrecked on the same shore,
there’s a pain in my chest,
it must be felt,
i’m not one to lose my ground,
or deny myself,
but you’re so busy being you that you can’t see,
just how rare and lovely you are,
when you are next to me.