This song is raw, visceral, and real. If you've ever lost a loved one, and been seriously pissed about the lack of closure, you will probably relate. And, besides that, it's a really good song.
And, in addition to the lead vocal, all backing vocals are Mariusz Duda's as well.
This also relates to my previous post here.
This song, more than any other on the album, speaks to what I was going through personally in my own period of abject, profound grief.
When my dad died, and my mother-in-law soon after, both had been suffering, and thus both deaths were blessings, serving to release them from the suffering they had been enduring for far too long.
September 11th, not so much, but we endured that one together as a nation, and in a real sense as a world, as so many condolences and real outpourings of shared grief came from across the globe.
But when Ted died, all I wanted to was pick up a phone and talk to him, but where the heck could I call? Does anyone have a hotline to Heaven? Because I sure could have used one.
Ted's death was the one that shattered my world, and this song so captures what I was going through, because I was absolutely LIVID that here was a man I had loved for most of my adult life, with whom I had been first involved romantically, and then close friends for the remainder of his life, well over twenty years, and no one even notified me of his death.
I found out three months later, when I was going to a conference in L.A., and tried to contact him so that we could arrange a visit. I remain ever grateful that I didn't learn of his death until after I finished driving in the canyons, or quite frankly, I might not be here today.
And then, adding insult to injury, when my aunt Fran died ten years later, despite her calling me twice after I moved to Tennessee, to make certain she had all my contact information, and to tell me she had made me her beneficiary, no one contacted me when she died either. Although we spoke far more frequently, so I learned about it more quickly, but still. No one.
And, naturally, she died on April Fool's Day. Which, knowing her, was entirely appropriate, and possibly even to be expected. And, without question, would have made her laugh uproariously. Her sense of humor was almost as twisted as mine. And my dad, her best friend, would have found it hilarious as well. ;-)
Lyrics (from lunaticsoul.com):
anymore
i want to tell you about something
you don’t talk to me anymore
want to share my innermost desires
you don’t talk to me anymore
i need to show you what i’m like
what i’ve achieved
what i have understood
then you might tell me you are proud of me
but you don’t talk to me anymore
i want to show you my words on paper
but you don’t talk to me anymore
just want to say that i am sorry
but you don’t talk to me anymore
i need to show you what i’m like
what i’ve achieved
what i have understood
then you might tell me you’re proud of me
but you don’t talk to me anymore
All words are my own, with the obvious exception of the lyrics, which were written by Mariusz Duda. All rights remain his. The image shown is the thumbnail image from the video. The video, sourced from YouTube.com, is the intellectual property of Mariusz Duda and Lunatic Soul, and the rights belong to them and to K-Scope Records and Mystic Art Productions.
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