The Night Sky Lyrics
this song is sooo good...I nearly cried the first time I heard it and I think it's because of the video and the melody...it's so calm but at the same time it tries to create conscience about what's happening all over the world.
LONG LIVE KEANE!!! AND TOM CHAPLIN = LYRICAL GENIOUS!
peace out.
i love how this song is written: a captivating combination of honest and moving. keane has been able to capture the true and yet simplistic perspective of children who have to live amongst such violence ("oh what i would give, to stand at the bus stop, to browse a bookshop"). not only do these guys write beautiful music, they show support for equally elevating causes: profits from this song are going to an organization dedicated to helping children in war-torn countries ("warchild").
This song is truly amazing. Very profound and very powerful. Keane is definitely one of the best bands out there, and I know they will stick around for a long time.
this song is beautiful...its great...it has such a powerful meaning and this band, Keane is truly great and unique
astoundingly beautiful... cannot begin to describe
astoundingly beautiful... cannot begin to describe
This song is absolutely haunting... It's fantastic but at the same time it really makes you think about the little things.
Like so many of the finest Keane songs, this one gripped hold of me and presented a puzzle with few clues as to the reason for the personal impact. Ostensibly it tells the emotional side of a civilian war, perhaps in a hometown, perhaps from an adult’s perspective as a child.
Perhaps I feel I bit guilty co-opting this message, for War Child, but perhaps my interpretation will resonate with others. For the past four years, culminating with the death of my mother a few weeks ago, I have really come to grips the extremes of the abuse I suffered growing up. I was bullied relentlessly at school – and then when I fled to come home – the endless emotional and physical rage and abuse of my mother that lasted my entire childhood.
There was no war in my hometown, but how I quietly and with no one’s knowledge I suffered nonetheless. Worse, this merely seemed “normal” to me as I knew no other way of life. In a sense, I was also a “war child.”
Still, memories are purified and bring back such cravings amid the disappointments that the words of this song evoke. I remember waiting at the bus stop in the seventh grade, and the book store on Main street in my hometown – and I want to go back in time to experience it again. I would give anything for this! I would only ask that I could bring with me a 3 x 5 card with the lessons of past 30 years so that as I relived the hell, I could somehow fix it and change my present outcome.
Once again, Keane is my muse and constant companion for deep meditation.