and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
I said raindrops pouring down my window
and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
that morning when I woke up it was raining
cats and dogs
the sky was covered so grew and
I knew something was wrong
but I couldn't couldn't figure it out what
depressed my little little soul Lord
until I got that message which was freezing my blood and soul heh
she was up up and gone with a brother brother
though she told she woulda never never never never never
but the time has told the truth and I'm the stupid fool who feels blue heh
raindrops pouring down my window
and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
I said raindrops pouring down my window
and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
the tide was high the tide was low
some nights I was lonely some nights I was in love
the seasons they oh they passed by
still I felt we're living just a dirty dirty lie
but we kept it on that hurtful game
Lord it was a shame a shame a shame
'cause we were young young to see that
the things we wanted that they couldn't be and
our untouchable love now it was gone gone gone gone away
you were grabbing for more and I was playing the fool again and
raindrops pouring down my window
and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
I said raindrops pouring down my window
and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
so I shed tears and tears and tears
and they passed by the years the years
until I heard a heavenly call
to let go evrything and just fall fall fall
into love with loneliness which coulda never hurt me as bad as bad
as all the years that we've been through
darlin I am go no more I love you
raindrops pouring down my window
and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
I said
raindrops pouring down my window
and they remind me of teardrops I shed on my pillow
~ Martin Jondo
The beautiful black & white photo on the top is so delightful. Typical of what I feel when it rains.
ReplyDeleteIf I don't understand a word in English and listen to the haunting voice and rhythm of this song of some Martin Jondo guy, I would have imagined that this is a joyous song - compelling one to dance in ecstasy - when it rains.
But lo! What an incompatible lyric! Some guys are cursed and condemned to write a lyric like that when it rains. I can never reconcile to it. Crazy world!
Seeing the photograph at the start one feels like settling somewhere near the sea coast and enjoying ran to the fullest. Last year when I had gone to Alleppey (Kerela), I was amazed by the furosity of rain accompanied with thunder and lightning and the great experience when it lights up the entire sea-coast. And this happened every alternate or third day. It was an overwhelming experience, one of its kind. Now the kind of rain we see in delhi is not a speck on it. It can't satisfy the soul. Wish I would be blessed like Satya to live near the sea coast.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Pallavi.
ReplyDeleteDa lyrics r so melancholic.
But da rains r not.
Dey signify da birth of new life.
Its reinvigorating.
And glorious.
Get it rite, buddy!