| The Psychedelic Furs – Imitation of Christ Lyrics | 6 years ago |
|
@[falcotron:30533] Thank you. Do you know the lyrics to the "Peel Session" ? You can hear it on Youtube, but I cannot find the lyrics. This is my favorite band and I've been looking for the lyrics to the peel session version of Imitation of Christ for a very long time. Thanks, Dr. B |
|
| The Psychedelic Furs – Imitation of Christ Lyrics | 6 years ago |
|
Will someone PLEASE, PLEASE post the lyrics to the "Peel Session" of this song. You can hear it on Youtube, but the lyrics to that version, which are vastly different than the studio version, are nowhere to be found. Thanks, Dr. B |
|
| The Psychedelic Furs – The Ghost In You Lyrics | 6 years ago |
|
Certain instances of death and certain types of loss never bring about closure. Richard Butler is, whatever else, capturing insurmountable loss. The poet, at one point, puts the experience thus: Angels fall like rain And love is all of heaven away Inside you the time moves And she don't fade The ghost in you She don't fade Inside you the time moves And she don't fade I take this poem to mean something like this: Some human bonds (romantic, platonic, or familial) provide us with the grandest of human experiences, something that we might call “heaven.” When it is lost, it brings unimaginable pain and tears—analogous to “angels falling like rain.” When those moments that gave us so such happiness (--“heaven”--) are lost, everything falls “away”—leaving one with real pain and loss (--as he says in "My Time": “rain in your eyes” and “all the tears you can hold in your hands.”--). Unlike most forms of human loss, this type of loss does not “heal” with time, not really. The loss “makes no sense,” not even to “supermen.” So we remain always unreconciled. Time moves on, but the memories do not fade. They are just as alive ‘now’ as they were back then. So the ‘ghost’ of the one you love lives on inside of you and the memories and feelings do not fade (with time). The poet mentions different distractions that might relieve the pain (temporarily), but the memories really never fade and, so, the “ghost” is always with you, always alive inside of you. The hurt in you is strong enough to make “stars come down;” that is, the pain makes one’s world fall away (once again). One’s heart is always filled with love for the one that is lost, but one “cannot give love away,” for there is no one there to receive or reciprocate. There is only the “ghost” and memories; so one must make a place in one’s heart for the memories as well as the hurt and the feelings. In a different (but related) poem he says that heaven (or happiness) is “the whole of one’s heart.” But loss of the kind in question creates “a Hole in the sky” where “the sun does not [or cannot] shine.” Inside one’s mind, time moves on. But the “ghost” in you does not fade. The poem is sung beautifully, but the hurt is not thereby made less (the pain does not fade or get blotted out). The “ghost” or memories are not to be forgotten, for they acknowledge the frailty and nobility of that which we loved and lost. Our vivid memories are a way of announcing to the darkness that we will not be diminished by the brevity and fragility of our lives. We will not thereby be made less. |
|
* This information can be up to 15 minutes delayed.