Teenage me, buying a cassette tape (yes, I am that ancient 🙂 ) titled ‘Songs for the broken-hearted’. Seriously? I have always connected with the hurt in those songs, and in random moments, I had asked myself what had happened to me in my past life (not sure if I believe in past lives though, but if I did…). Nevertheless, listening to a song recently caused me to reflect on this – why songs for the broken-hearted? Why me?
First, here are the lyrics to the song… (OK, it is a James Blunt song.. I can see some of you rolling your eyes 🙂 I do enjoy his music – the clarity of his music, unadulterated…)
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
‘Cause I saw the end before we’d begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what’s mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won’t stop there,
I am here for you if you’d only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I’ve kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I’ve been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can’t break my spirit – it’s my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I’ve seen you cry, I’ve seen you smile.
I’ve watched you sleeping for a while.
I’d be the father of your child.
I’d spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We’ve had our doubts but now we’re fine,
And I love you, I swear that’s true.
I cannot live without you.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I’m kneeling at your feet.
Now the song…
OK, if you have listened to it…pretty sad at first blush.
YET there is something wonderful, is there not? To be at the receiving end of that… to know that you have the love of a man willing perhaps to go against his integrity to be with you, willing to live in the beautiful moments despite already seeing the end, to have his devotion and love…
BUT it is goodbye, is it not? Perhaps I am a cynic…?
The tension between the romantic and the cynic. Are you romantic or cynic? Not that you have to choose… perhaps it depends on the timing of the question 🙂
Well, that’s my rambling for today…
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