Good evening. Tonight's lyrics are rather cryptic. I will not attempt to decipher them, as that would detain me from more worthy pursuits far too long. I present...
Clocks - Coldplay
As some of you might know, I was almost aborted. My mother made the difficult decision to keep me. My father was off in England at university when I was born. He didn't even know she was pregnant. It was a year later that, after having been essentially alienated from most of the people in her life, she finally told him her child was his. Thankfully, he was decent enough to shoulder the responsibility of parenthood. Anyhow, those first few years were rough. Luckily, I remember very little. One thing I do recall is the song my mother would sing me to sleep with:
"My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, so it stood ninety years on the floor. It was taller by height than the old man himself, but it weighed not a pennyweight more. It was bought on the morn of the day when he wa born, and was always his pleasure and pride. But it stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died..."
Reading these lyrics made me think once again of those first few years. And how that song seemed like the tick of a clock, keeping life in time. As Billy Joel once said:
"Someday, we'll all be gone, but lullabies live on and on. They never die, that's how you, and I, will be."
9/10. For nostalgia.
I have decided not to reveal the song titles I will be reviewing next. I do want some shock value! Good night to all, and thank-you for reading. Until we meet again...