The Bravery - "Time Won't Let Me Go"
Brilliant lyrics.Who doesn't have such feelings sometimes? This song manages to put the vaguely depressed feelings I feel sometimes into beautiful lyrics and fabulous music, all without being whiny....unlike me.
Everybody longs for their summer of '69, and I could talk about this song for the entire day (see what I said about me being whiny?), but really, this song makes me think. A lot. Nuff said.
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"So where was I when I missed mine?"_______________________________________________________
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"Whenever I look back
On the best days of my life
I think I saw them all on T.V.
I am so homesick now for
Someone that I never knew
I am so homesick now for
Someplace I will never be
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But time won't let me go
I never had a 'Summer of 69'
Never had a Cherry Valance of my own
All these precious moments
You promised me would come in time
So where was I when I missed mine?
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If you gave me back those years
I'd do it all better I swear
Time won't let me go
If I could go back once again
I would change everything, yeah
If I could go back once again
I'd do it all so much better
Time won't let me go_______________________________________________________
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But you won't ever let me go"
Chris Botti with Lucia Micarelli(Boston)- Emmanuel
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If there was an example of a perfect performance, this would be it. Not just her flawless technique, the emotion she puts into her performance but also the perfect complement of trumpet and violin, Chris Botti and Lucia Micarelli. How rare that something ordinary, notes, put together, is capable of a transformation into something of otherworldly beauty? This was a magical moment,worthy of the expression used by Arnold Bennett, an English novelist:
"Its (music's) language is a language which the soul alone understands, but which the soul can never translate."
Gah, such sentimentality makes me feel slightly sick.
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