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| It seems timeless - sad, foggy, gray, desolate... but beautiful |
What is it about the gentle hum of mournful song that's so relaxing? What makes the sad and haunting beautiful? Why are rhythms that echo the supernatural soothing? Why are so many people drawn to mournful sounds?
And I'm no different. The gentle callings of a lone piano or the soft wail of a solo violin draws my attention right away. Likewise, the husky, pleading voice will enthrall me. So will the cry of a guitar. And as much as I love the oversexualized rhythms of drums, I'll take the gentle beat.
Teenage angst -- no thanks. Leave the teenage and the emo behind. Just give me the angst. Give me a sad story, lyrics that makes me want to cry, a melody that haunts my dreams. Give me movie lines that move me -- ones that I can watch a thousand times and never tire of. (To this day, I still cannot watch the movie "Finding Neverland" without balling my eyes out. Nor can I watch/read "Bridge to Terabitha" without crying like a baby.)
Give me the gentle Gothick over any pop diva today. Give me Xandria over Ke$ha or Britney Spears or any teeny-bopper. Give me "Like A Rose on the Grave of Love" over "3".
Don't get me wrong; I like the good up-beat song every now and again, but when I want to be inspired, give me the weeping mournful. Give me something that speaks to me -- that moves me. How can a song about a threesome ever compare to this:
Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love
I curse the day I first saw you
Like a rose that is born to bloom
Don't look at me the way you do
Like the roses, they fear the gloom
Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love
Your thorns, they kiss my blood
Your beauty heals, your beauty kills
And who would know better than I do?
Pretend you love me
Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love
Indeed reality seems far
When a rose is in love with you
Slaves of the heart; that's what we are
We loved and died where roses grew
Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love
They watched us silently
A rose is free, a rose is wild
And who would know better than I do?
Roses are not meant for love
Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love
Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love
This song, while the true meaning of the lyrics are only meant for the person who wrote them, seem to say that one can love with all of their hearts, but no matter how strong that love is, it can't last forever. At least, that's what it says to me. And this woman -- because it's a female lead -- seems like she's been jaded before. That she's lost a very dear lover. And now she's fallen in love again and she's scared to death that she'll lose him like she lost her other lover.
I love the next passing fad as much as the next person, but give me the lasting, give me the epic. Sure, let me dance to Britney and have a good time, but let me still have my darkness. Let me still have that beauty that is so hard for others to see. It's special because I see it. It's special because it lasts.
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