We're finally feeling the chill of the changing season. And yes, that means that it's time to slot the Winterreise into the Beetle's CD changer. So why is this lovely standard stuck in my head?
You are
Two words, slow and deliberate...does the singer have your attention yet?
the promised kiss of springtime
Tapdancing an internal rhyme, with a sunny finish
That makes the lonely winter
With the chords changing to blue
seem long
Things are getting serious
You are
The same, but different...lower, quieter
the breathless hush of evening
Sung like it's written
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song
Just like this one
You are the angel glow
Letting it all out
that lights a star
The sound of a wish fulfilled
The dearest things I know
Coming back down to earth
are what you are
And back to where the song began
Some day
Wishful, hopeful, wistful
my happy arms will hold you
If dreaming can make it so
And some day
But reaching past the dream
I’ll know that moment divine
The singer is calm and certain
When all the things you are, are mine
And, at last, achieves unambiguous belief.
"All the Things You Are," Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II.
Awwwwwww.
I think I like the annotations better than the lyrics.
Posted by: Patricia Tryon | November 12, 2004 at 01:05 PM
Thank you, Patricia. I'm just happy to have a *good* song stuck in my head, for a change. Cheers.
Posted by: Chan S. | November 15, 2004 at 07:38 AM