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Lais.sez-faire
Thursday, September 11, 2008
You don't know what it's like to love somebody the way I love you.
Artist: The Bee Gees
Album: Bee Gees' 1st
Year: 1967
There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you
Lived with you
There's a way everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If I ain't got you, ain't got
You don't know what it's like, baby
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you
In my brain I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
And I'm blind, so very blind
I'm a man, can't you see
What I am
I live and breathe for you
But what good does it do
I ain't got you, ain't got
Traaalaaaaaaaaa ....... here comes the song of the day! I really like this song. I like most of their songs. I listen to this song and think how it starts on a near normal tone, and slowly with the advancing stanzas it starts perpetuating sadness. A profound sadness arising from the sense of hopelessly being in love with an impossible person.
To think of it, in reality too, it takes some time for any kind of profound emotion experienced to sink in, isn't it. This song seems so personal, as if while in the process of singing the singer suddenly realizes the truth of the lyrics and cannot help the sadness of his heart from creeping into the rendition, slowly.
This is a song by Bee Gees, written and performed by them. Such lyrics don't just happen, we like to believe that they are fruits of some personal experiences. It made me wonder.....these people are famous people, and we usually associate famous people with luck and fortune, luck atleast in love. Who wouldn't fall in love with a rockstar or a popstar or whatever! Someone sure didn't, as the song indicates. We humans, '
nobodies
' as well as a '
somebody
' always do manage to fall in love with a wrong person, always, at some point in our lives. Strange.
(
Now I am trying to get into the heads of the Bee Gees.....ha ha....I am absolutely fascinating!
)
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Rituparna
I started writing on an impulse, as my very first post indicates. It was mostly, as an effort to understand myself better. I have graduated from that phase, lately. These days the endeavor is mostly creative. I indulge myself in poetry writing:)! More than often, love pervaded,thus a tad bit embarrassing at times. But how can I help it, being an incurable romantic at heart. Life and literature is meaningless to me, sans romance. I am still extremely self conscious about this, and only very recently have started sharing this link with the world. Inspite of this awkward shyness, like any writer, I too have a strong urge to be read. What can be a better platform than this....thus...I continue writing so! A few lines about the title of my blog...Lais.sez-faire...I don't know french. I came across this phrase in wikipedia....somehow, one day...the very essence of freedom, surrounding this particular phrase appealed to me, though technically it indicates higher forms of political, social and economic ideology. Why should I bother about such lofty, obtuse concepts, I am just an aspiring poet, and absolutely refuse to look beyond the beauty of this phrase!
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