Of all the songs I’ve written about over the past couple of weeks, today’s SOTD is the first that I remember hearing for the very first time.
In part that’s because it’s the most recent song of the batch, but it’s also due to the tremendous impact it had on me right out of the gate.
As I wrote when I first featured Rufus Wainwright’s ‘Go Or Go Ahead,’ this song played for the first time while I was going through a car wash. It was a perfect setting, the swirling of colorful brushes slapping my car in tumultuous time with the song’s emotional crescendos.
This track was Song of the Day #300 and at the time I was really impressed that I’d hit such a milestone.
Seems kind of quaint looking back from #2,130.
Guardian angels who left me stranded
It was worth it
Feeling abandoned makes one hardened
But what has happened to love?
You got me writing lyrics on postcards
Then in the evening looking at the stars
But the brightest of the planets is Mars
What has happened to love?
So I will opt for the big white limo
Vanity fairgrounds and rebel angels
You can’t be trusted with feathers so hollow
Your heaven’s inventions, steel-eyed vampires of love
You see over me, I’ll never know
What you have shown to other eyes
Go or go ahead and surprise me
Say you’ve led the way to a mirage
Go or go ahead and just try me
Nowhere’s now here smelling of junipers
Fell off the hay bales, I’m over the rainbow
But oh Medusa, kiss me and crucify
This unholy notion of the mythic powers of love
Look in her eyes, look in her eyes
Forget about the ones that are crying
Look in her eyes, look in her eyes
Forget about the ones that are crying
Go or go ahead and surprise me
Go or go ahead and just try me
What has happened to love?
Well, this is the second time I’ve heard this song, the first being when it was featured as song of the day 300. I have the same reaction then as I did today – fine song, but not one I would feel the desire to hear repeatedly. So, if we were stuck on a desert island together, I might exercise my second strike on this one. 😄
Without listening to it, I can exercise that strike. No Rufus on my island!