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senoritafishMaybe if I write them down, I can get them out of my head....I have been humming this song for about a week now.
Sentimental Things
We always were the kind of people
Who take it hard when things would go wrong
Little things would bother me
And little things would make you cry
So after all the confrontation
When it comes time for saying good-bye
All that I can wonder
Is what do I do with these flowers
And what do I do with my evenings
And what do you do with that ring
I'm gonna go now
No, you can't hold me
Not with such a sentimental thing
So tell me why I'm feeling nothing
And tell me why you can't even cry
Little things are logical
But if there's a god above then
Maybe it was love was
Just another sentimental thing
-Joe Jackson, from the album Blaze of Glory
I don't know why this song is resonating with me so much. Probably more the music than the words - I'm certainly not thinking of leaving anyone. If I'm singing it by myself, the first couple of lines actually remind of the theme they played in The Flintstones, whenever something was happening that was supposed to be sad. The song itself, though, has a beautiful orchestral background, and the end has a rather operatic wordless female vocal, before it segues into a more up tempo, Greek-flavored instrumental, Acropolis Now.
All the songs on this album segue directly into each other. On one of the few mix tapes I ever made (a bunch of what I called "science-fiction" songs), I used the first song, Another World, kind of a fun song of hope about seeing a rocket launch and imagining flying off in spaceships to see all of blazing stars at the center of the galaxy. I could never figure out exactly where to cut it off when I recorded it because it was hard to tell where one song ended and the next began.
Sentimental Things
We always were the kind of people
Who take it hard when things would go wrong
Little things would bother me
And little things would make you cry
So after all the confrontation
When it comes time for saying good-bye
All that I can wonder
Is what do I do with these flowers
And what do I do with my evenings
And what do you do with that ring
I'm gonna go now
No, you can't hold me
Not with such a sentimental thing
So tell me why I'm feeling nothing
And tell me why you can't even cry
Little things are logical
But if there's a god above then
Maybe it was love was
Just another sentimental thing
-Joe Jackson, from the album Blaze of Glory
I don't know why this song is resonating with me so much. Probably more the music than the words - I'm certainly not thinking of leaving anyone. If I'm singing it by myself, the first couple of lines actually remind of the theme they played in The Flintstones, whenever something was happening that was supposed to be sad. The song itself, though, has a beautiful orchestral background, and the end has a rather operatic wordless female vocal, before it segues into a more up tempo, Greek-flavored instrumental, Acropolis Now.
All the songs on this album segue directly into each other. On one of the few mix tapes I ever made (a bunch of what I called "science-fiction" songs), I used the first song, Another World, kind of a fun song of hope about seeing a rocket launch and imagining flying off in spaceships to see all of blazing stars at the center of the galaxy. I could never figure out exactly where to cut it off when I recorded it because it was hard to tell where one song ended and the next began.
