Monday, October 12, 2015

Three songs.

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head
Was it all a disguise, like Junior High
Where everything was fiction, future,and prediction
Now, where am I? My fading supply

'Did you get enough love, my little dove
Why do you cry?
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles'

What kills me about this song is the way it is both plain and soft spoken. How it is sung as a secret, or a whisper. I've listened to it again a few times recently, and it made me think again about songs that felt like that--quiet songs, with a heartbreak in them.

This is a cover of the Thompson Twins song. It's lovely. I remember the Thompson Twins version best, and I like it more, because the voice of the singer Tom Bailey is more papery, more murmurous. This hush is truer in my memory than in the actual song, which is punctuated with synth blurts.

But the voice, the voice only barely discloses its confidence.


Jimmy as if you didn't know by now 
Let me tell you a thing or two 
Everybody might have someone 
But everyone falls in love with you...  

He'll say you get just what you get 
The simple truth is always the best 
Don't you see what's done is done? 
And there's somebody for everyone

The interlocution between Shawn Colvin and Lyle Lovett in the chorus of this song is one of the most beautiful things ever recorded, in my opinion. Even when I haven't listened to it for years, it opens up an ache, a quiet room where you can fall apart all over again.


  1. The whole Carrey and Lowell album is beautiful and utterly heartbreaking!

  2. Words like papery and murmurous are what make you so damn good at what you do.

    Also, I am still not a robot.



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