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| Beirut – My Night With the Prostitute from Marseille Lyrics
| 16 years ago
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For me, maybe because I'm hearing this song in the midst of a certain situation, and I'm putting the song into that context (...well, I guess that's what we all tend to do), the prostitute is Love. And that Love is sort of fantastical and magic, but you let yourself believe that it is real. And even when you maybe start to realize that it won't work out after all, youo still cling to it, wanting to believe in it still. If you have doubt, Love tells you, "I swear on ___ (the Bible, my mother's life, etc.)"; you want to believe so badly that you just believe, without requiring any particular form of validation. You just wanted this Love to be real, to work out, but it won't. Maybe it was just a hired imitation and you fooled yourself into thinking it could be something else. But you believed Her. |
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