Songs from the Big Chair

as the days pass, longer and longer as the summer stays just out of grasp, i return to the songs of my youth. this song came back into my life a few years ago but I still cannot (or refuse to) shake it from my subconcious. When Orzabal shouts "men of stone!", when Oleta sweetens and covalesces with that harmony that is neither high nor low, just blends in . . . when the faux flutes at the beginning begin the haunting, twisting eighth note ostinato, when the cute bass player with my hair cut frowns at the camera . . . it's all too much, mini-soap opera in 5 minutes that could be taking place next door or in any west european hovel . . . .Oleta, who just seers into 'Get Here' which i tagged under the video, really makes this song, such an evocative power ballad from a group famous for power ballads (Sowing the Seeds of Love (piccolo trumpet!), Shout, Head over Heels, and the 8os song to end all 8os songs, Everybody Wants to Rule the World, all of which I'll probably remark on soon) Sometimes I hear a song that I can't say I know, but when I hear it, I know, I've heard it, it's in my head and I know the words. When I was young I used to leave the radio on at night, and I think I know a lot of music because of that. I know my mind shuts down and my hearing cuts out, but if that actually worked, I think I'm proof.

I adore the line, cross the desert like an Arab man . . .