Wednesday, June 09, 2004

I spend too much time raiding windmills
We go side by side laugh until it's right
There's something that you won't show
Waiting where the light goes
And anyway the wind blows
All worth waiting for

Take the darkest hour break it open
Water to repair what we have broken
There's something that you won't show
Waiting where the light goes
And anyway the wind blows
All worth waiting for

Pull on the borders to lighten the load
Tell all the passengers we're going home
I spend too much time seeking shelter
World without end couldn't hold her
There's something that you won't show
Waiting where the light goes
And anyway the wind blows
All worth waiting for
~g. phillips


It’s strange how a different version of a song can evoke completely different feelings. I’ve listened to Glen & NC’s version of Windmills a million times and it’s always been one of my favorites that they perform together. I listened to it again this morning on the album version that comes out in July and I felt completely different about it. It’s usually very raw probably b/c I’ve only heard it live- but almost with a hint of anger or distress. For some reason this time I hear it, it’s full of sorrow- but not the surface sorrow, the sorrow that runs deeper than that, that you have trouble putting into words. It even has this hint of resignation that I’ve never noticed before. It almost feels empty, not any way musically or lyrically, but that emptiness that comes after you’ve just poured your heart out to someone and don’t have any more words to explain how you feel. I love how music can evoke such strong emotion. I love the blend that Chris Thile and Glen Phillips have in their harmonies. I love lyrics that explain the very words you were having trouble finding on your own.
This time next week I’ll be on my way to California for my first real vacation on my own. I’ve never gone an entire week before, all planned by me without any family involved. I don’t know that I could’ve asked for a better vacation. An ocean I’ve never seen before, live music and someone who knows me better than I know myself at times. Makes me breathe deeper just thinking about it.

1 Comments:

Blogger Emily said...

Of course, the first thing I thought of with the opening line of this song is "Don Quiote" which I'm sure is where the windmills part of it comes from. That is why I'm so attracted to the story of the Man of LaMancha and the painting that hangs over my bed. it's a story of restlessness and sadness, but underneath the darkest moment there is this...almost joy...that never quite breaks through. For me, that is the heart of the story, and what I felt when I read the song.

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