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This song, its so fantastic, so fantastic i want to write all about it , a whole post dedicated to its artistic fantastical beauty. The first part of this song that is beautiful is its music. There are acoustic guitars, violins, miraccas, trumpets and even little spanish clappers and these give the feeling of a summers day in a small town in sunny spain.
The singer does himself proud using a woderfully beautiful little song structure which lends its self to his voice. at the end of every other bar his voice plumets through the scale like a spanish flamenco song might. All this packaging of sounds which make up the songs 'tune' delicately aid your mind in illustrating the story that is to be told through the lyrics of the song.
The story (for me) goes a little like this. A memory of monday morning appears and a young man gets out of bed. He'd been travelling all night from spain arriving in the final hours of the sunday before. Tanned, un shaven, and in theroom of a schoolboy. As he wakes, he finds his legs, that have been hanging off the end of the small bed, have gone dead. searching for something he seems determined and anxious. he finds his school uniform from the bottom of his cupboared and adorns it in a hurry. he's stopped in his path, by the mirror, as he realises its three sizes to small.
Undetered he leaves for school grabbing a book as he leaves. He bursts into the class room and the children snigger, the teacher is disturbed and asks him to leave. "but dear dear dear Teacher"he pleads handing her his essay "Ive been six years away, and ive finished my essay, cos rock'n'rolls ok"
The teacher begins to read the essay and it tells her why he left school that thursday afternoon. there was too much rain he felt, so he returned with the dance troupe to spain. Every night was a party with drinks, fun, and games and he learnt all the moves untill he could dance the same. he had learnt to speak spanish and by the time of his return it was fluent, he was the strange school boy from england on stage with these spanish jesters like a tree trunk in a forest of fools.
he had long been part of the troupe when he finally married Maria, a young spanish dancer for whom he had a keen eye. yet for years before he had struggled in his mind with the thought of her and its impossibility. A situation that pushed into the longing of her hand. Now they were happy. and things were so good.
so this song is one of a narrative quality. Its abit of narrative i need some times. I like to escape i like fantasy and with an imagination like mine it easily gets carried away. listening to this song i am that boy, and i stayed in spain in my perfect life. Yet id always want people to know even with that situation thats why i finished the essay and i return it today. six years in the making, it'd better be good.
The singer does himself proud using a woderfully beautiful little song structure which lends its self to his voice. at the end of every other bar his voice plumets through the scale like a spanish flamenco song might. All this packaging of sounds which make up the songs 'tune' delicately aid your mind in illustrating the story that is to be told through the lyrics of the song.
The story (for me) goes a little like this. A memory of monday morning appears and a young man gets out of bed. He'd been travelling all night from spain arriving in the final hours of the sunday before. Tanned, un shaven, and in theroom of a schoolboy. As he wakes, he finds his legs, that have been hanging off the end of the small bed, have gone dead. searching for something he seems determined and anxious. he finds his school uniform from the bottom of his cupboared and adorns it in a hurry. he's stopped in his path, by the mirror, as he realises its three sizes to small.
Undetered he leaves for school grabbing a book as he leaves. He bursts into the class room and the children snigger, the teacher is disturbed and asks him to leave. "but dear dear dear Teacher"he pleads handing her his essay "Ive been six years away, and ive finished my essay, cos rock'n'rolls ok"
The teacher begins to read the essay and it tells her why he left school that thursday afternoon. there was too much rain he felt, so he returned with the dance troupe to spain. Every night was a party with drinks, fun, and games and he learnt all the moves untill he could dance the same. he had learnt to speak spanish and by the time of his return it was fluent, he was the strange school boy from england on stage with these spanish jesters like a tree trunk in a forest of fools.
he had long been part of the troupe when he finally married Maria, a young spanish dancer for whom he had a keen eye. yet for years before he had struggled in his mind with the thought of her and its impossibility. A situation that pushed into the longing of her hand. Now they were happy. and things were so good.
so this song is one of a narrative quality. Its abit of narrative i need some times. I like to escape i like fantasy and with an imagination like mine it easily gets carried away. listening to this song i am that boy, and i stayed in spain in my perfect life. Yet id always want people to know even with that situation thats why i finished the essay and i return it today. six years in the making, it'd better be good.