Stars are tricky entities to capture in a photo, at least in my incapable hands and antiquated phone. Instead, I give you a sad approximation of the stars in the sky – always somehow more resplendent in person, when the night surrounds you, and the sound of a spring evening sets the heart to reminiscing. This song is a moody take on the starlit moment, courtesy of the brilliance that is Marianne Faithfull’s ‘A Secret Life’ album.
The stars line upThe stars line up for me tonightThe stars line upThe stars line up tonight to seeTo see who we are, babyAnd write our namesHigh up inside the sky
The majority of music there is aligned with fall memories, but for some reason this one speaks to me of later winter and spring, after we’ve made it through those dark early days of fall and winter. This one cracks the ice when its chords resolve in the midsection.
I lined them up for youThe time is clearWhat else is there to do?
As if music could ever resolve the mysteries of starlight, as if starlight could ever illuminate the mysteries of the heart, as if the heart could ever give meaning to the stars… and on and on and on the fairy’s wing beats.
