Go find a jukebox and see what a quarter will doThe music is appropriately spare and haunting, too. Have a listen. There's little I can add to this. The lush color of the chorus, contrasted with the starkness and rawness of the verses: It's a good description of how attractive and comforting loneliness can be. Hmmm. I'm not very good at this, providing a verbal argument for a song.
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna go back to blue
Feeds me when I'm hungry and quenches my thirst
Loves me when I'm lonely and thinks of me first
Blue is the color of the night
When the red sun disappears from the sky
Raven feathers shiny and black
A touch of blue glistening down her back
We don't talk about heaven and we don't talk about hell
We've come to depend on one other so damn well
So go to confession, whatever gets you through
You can count your blessings, I'll just count on blue
Blue is the color of the night
When the red sun disappears from the sky
Raven feathers shiny and black
A touch of blue glistening down her back
Well, on the other hand, one "song" that never fails to move me beyond words is the "Credo" in Bach's B Minor mass, particularly the third small movement (the soprano/mezzo duet).
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