My Song is Love

A Message #Coldplay #quote #lyrics | gimmesomereads.com

{monday melodies} songs to start your week

I was thinking about what to post today and immediately thought of one of my favourite wintry songs — Young Bride by Midlake. From the moment I first heard it, the tune and lyrics seemed to touch on some unspeakable “yes”. (I don’t want to say truth, because that hits at something too deep or serious; so I’ll simply call it a “yes”.) When I pulled up the lyrics though, they’re odd; they don’t necessarily make sense; they’re not particularly quotable. Until you get to one phrase near the end.

The song is filled with questions:

  • My young bride, why are your shoulders like that of a tired old woman?
  • My young bride, why are your fingers like that of the hedge in winter?
  • My young bride, why aren’t you moving at all, helps to make the days seem shorter?

And then, finally…

Young Bride #Midlake #quote #lyrics | gimmesomreads.com

Such a powerful question. Why aren’t you? Why don’t we?

That question reminded me of the song, A Message by Coldplay. It could of course be heard as a love song to an individual, but I have always heard it as an anthem “to the people”. The music makes me think of a protest song and so I hear the lyrics as a call to us all.

A Message #Coldplay #quote #lyrics | gimmesomereads.com

lyric mashup

I have no idea how it’d sound musically, but here’s my lyric mashup, question and answer, with Midlake and Coldplay.

Why are your shoulders like that of a tired old woman?

 My song is love — Love to the loveless shown.

Why are your fingers like that of the hedge in winter?

And it goes on — You don’t have to be alone.

Why aren’t you moving at all, helps to make the days seem shorter?

Your heavy heart is made of stone.

Why aren’t you keeping with you all the ones who really love you?

You don’t have to be alone;

You don’t have to be on your own.

And I’m not gonna take it back.

And I’m not gonna say, “I don’t mean that”.

You’re the target that I’m aiming at.

Got to get that message home.

 

And I’m not gonna stand and wait;

Not gonna leave it until it’s much too late.

On a platform I’m gonna stand and say:

My song is love, is love unknown

And I’ve got to get that message home.

 

thoughts on either song, separately or together?
what about a song you love
that doesn’t quite make sense (lyrically)
but still speaks to you somehow?

» Don’t miss previous {monday melodies} posts: Go DoIt Won’t Be Too Long NowUnexplainable StoriesNever Too LateWherever You Are & Feeling Good.

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Bet Mercer is a poet-photographer who writes at Gimme Some Reads and Everyday Poetry. She loves quotes, reading her favourite books over again, great conversation, laughter, trees, films, and travelling the world. Follow along with Bet on Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, Flickr, Etsy and Google+.

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