{"id":1098,"date":"2020-05-27T15:44:04","date_gmt":"2020-05-27T14:44:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/databassist.com\/music\/?p=1098"},"modified":"2020-05-30T11:12:05","modified_gmt":"2020-05-30T10:12:05","slug":"feel-the-tears","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/databassist.com\/music\/archives\/1098","title":{"rendered":"Feel the tears"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

In modern popular culture, songs of love<\/a> that dwell on the pain and tears of a failed relationship are a common type. Belonging to the broad category of pop with the oddly non-modern term ‘ballads’, they are frequently released not only because they address the heartbreak of breaking up and lost love that most people experience but also because they fulfil a necessary function: being slow or slowish, they relieve and break up what would otherwise be an unrelenting succession of fast songs in albums and in the sets performed in rock concerts. Some from the 80s became classics that we do not forget, like Wham’s Careless whisper<\/em> (1984) and Prince’s Nothing compares 2 u<\/em> (1985) in the extraordinary video version of Sinead O’Connor (1990). Others tended to become lost, despite their qualities, in the great procession of pop and rock bands that came and went. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two mini masterpieces are Leaving me now <\/em>(1985) and It’s over<\/em> (1987) from the heyday of the English band Level 42, when their music was in transition from jazz-funk to what was sometimes known as ‘sophisti-pop’. Both concern the tears and acrimony of broken-down love, when one partner leaves because staying has become impossible. Leaving me now<\/em> conveys the bewildered hurt of the person left behind. It’s over<\/em> takes the viewpoint of the one leaving, aware of the emotional damage he is causing: ‘I should have loved you more. Instead I’ve torn your world apart.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It seems true love is so rare,\nseems all I've known is deceit,\nyour laughter fills the air,\nonce more I'm sensing defeat.\nAnd I suppose you're leaving me now,\nI was so sure, now I'm so full of doubt,\nand I suppose you'll be leaving this place,\nJust like the smile you wiped from my face,\nthis time.\n\nI always gave my best,\nyour memory serves you so badly,\nsome people kill for less,\nyet I'd still die for you gladly.\nBut I suppose it's my turn now\nto play a scene that's familiar somehow,\nI turn the page, and you walk away,\nnot even love could bring you to stay,\nthis time.\n\nWalk away, so easy!\nOnce more I'm learning, \nin the depths of my despair,\nyour lies confirming \ntrue love is so rare.\n\nAnd I suppose it's my turn now,\nthere's no more love, only feelings of doubt,\nthe midnight sea that swells in your eyes\ntakes just one look to know I'm still mesmerised.\n\nAnd I suppose you're leaving me now,\nI was so sure, now I'm so full of doubt,\nI turn the page, and you walk away,\nnot even love could bring you to stay,\nthis time.<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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