Since the lyrics to "Rolling in the Deep" are publicly available, I'm going to copy them into this blog. IMO, they have all the bitterness and compression of classic ballads, and I'm glad that this song is not about me.
Following are the lyrics to "Rolling in the Deep":
There's a fire,
starting in my heart
Reaching a fever
pitch and it's bring me out the dark
Finally I can see
you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me
out and I'll lay your ship here
See how I'll leave,
with every piece of you
Don't underestimate
the things that I will do
There's a fire
starting in my heart
Reaching a fever
pitch and it's bring me out the dark
The scars of your
love reminds me of us
They keep thinking
that we almost had it all
The scars of your
love, they leave me breathless
I can't help
feeling…
We could have had it
all
Rolling in the deep
Your had my heart
inside your hand
And you played it to
the beat
Baby, I had no story
to be told
But I've heard one
of you and I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the
depths of your despair
Making a home down
there as mine won't be shared
The scars of our
love remind you of us
They keep me
thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your
love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it
all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart
inside your hand
And you played it to
the beat
Could have had it
all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart
inside your hand
But you played it
with a beating
Through your soul
through every open door
Count your blessings
to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into
pleasured gold
You pay me back in
kind and treasure what you sow
(Now I'm gonna wish
you had never met me)
We could have had it
all
(Tears are gonna
fail, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it
all
(Now I'm gonna wish
you had never met me)
It all, it all, it
all, it all
(Tears are gonna
fall, rolling in the deep)
(Now I'm gonna wish
you had never met me)
You had my heart and
soul)
(Tears are gonna
fall, rolling in the deep
And you played it to
the beat
(Now I'm gonna wish
you never had met me)
Could have had it
all
(Tears are gonna
fall, rolling in the deep)
Rolling in the deep
(Now I'm gonna wish
you never had met me)
You had my heart and
soul in your hand
(Tears are gonna
fall, rolling in the deep)
But you played it,
you played it, you played it to the beat
Adele, Love and Kisses! One day I hope to meet you, and kiss your hand. I'm running out of adjectives and superlatives to describe your impact upon me. I'm 3 times your age, but I continue to hope that one day I could say all this in person. I play this and many other of your songs daily. I'd hate to be on the bad end of your stick, but in trade for a few hours or days or even months with you, I'd accept that fate. Adele, you ROCK!
Maybe the thing I love best is how anti-cliche the YouTube "Rolling in the Deep" tracks are. Down with the era of "the only way to make it as a female musician" is by wearing scanty outfits and hiring sexually-provocative dancers. Up with sheer goddess talent!
Not to get too lofty here, but I can't resist quoting Arthur Schopenhauer: "Marry a woman for her conversational skills. After 40 years, that's all that shall remain." (Actually, I think that's a paraphrase, rather than an accurate quote, but you get the gist.)
The typical male trajectory is, (and perhaps it also applies to the female trajectory, but I daren't venture a position on that, despite a few exemplary cases, which are clearly insufficient evidence),
A maxim: "The thing that compels you to fall in love is precisely the thing you shall hate in a couple of years."
Case in point (one among many others, but shockingly frequent): she dressed provocatively when you first melted at the sight, then worked up the courage to approach her, then She said Yes, and before you knew it, She was your girlfriend. But she continued to dress provocatively, and your territorial instincts kicked in, and just like an outraged Father, you protested her going out in public dressed like that.
She: "Well, yeah, but isn't that what you loved about me in the first place?"
He: "Well, yeah, but now you're My Girl, and it's inappropriate."
She: "Oh, so now I'm supposed to be a virgin, without desires to be attractive?"
He: "I need you to be dressed 'Spoken For', else God knows who might start hitting upon you.
She: Shall I wear a burqa? Would that make you happy?"
He: "When you go out, your attire must say 'Spoken For', else I shall be insulted and ridiculed."
She: "In the 21st Century, it is men and their families who ought to pay the dowry, not the fathers of women! That is so 19th Century, and presupposes that women are required for nothing but childbirth. Welcome to the 21st Century. Men are obsolete. We can do it with test-tubes. So there!
1. We now have the vote, in at least some nations!"
2. Females outnumber males in every nation but China.
What has all this to do with Adele? Well, a lot. She strikes me as the logical consequent to Alanis Morrisette, whose "You Oughta Know" on her album "Jagged Little Pill" encapsulated all the bitterness of at least a generation of women, and at last count she sold about 5 million copies. Now it's Adele's turn, and she rocks!
A.
Maybe the thing I love best is how anti-cliche the YouTube "Rolling in the Deep" tracks are. Down with the era of "the only way to make it as a female musician" is by wearing scanty outfits and hiring sexually-provocative dancers. Up with sheer goddess talent!
Not to get too lofty here, but I can't resist quoting Arthur Schopenhauer: "Marry a woman for her conversational skills. After 40 years, that's all that shall remain." (Actually, I think that's a paraphrase, rather than an accurate quote, but you get the gist.)
The typical male trajectory is, (and perhaps it also applies to the female trajectory, but I daren't venture a position on that, despite a few exemplary cases, which are clearly insufficient evidence),
A maxim: "The thing that compels you to fall in love is precisely the thing you shall hate in a couple of years."
Case in point (one among many others, but shockingly frequent): she dressed provocatively when you first melted at the sight, then worked up the courage to approach her, then She said Yes, and before you knew it, She was your girlfriend. But she continued to dress provocatively, and your territorial instincts kicked in, and just like an outraged Father, you protested her going out in public dressed like that.
She: "Well, yeah, but isn't that what you loved about me in the first place?"
He: "Well, yeah, but now you're My Girl, and it's inappropriate."
She: "Oh, so now I'm supposed to be a virgin, without desires to be attractive?"
He: "I need you to be dressed 'Spoken For', else God knows who might start hitting upon you.
She: Shall I wear a burqa? Would that make you happy?"
He: "When you go out, your attire must say 'Spoken For', else I shall be insulted and ridiculed."
She: "In the 21st Century, it is men and their families who ought to pay the dowry, not the fathers of women! That is so 19th Century, and presupposes that women are required for nothing but childbirth. Welcome to the 21st Century. Men are obsolete. We can do it with test-tubes. So there!
1. We now have the vote, in at least some nations!"
2. Females outnumber males in every nation but China.
What has all this to do with Adele? Well, a lot. She strikes me as the logical consequent to Alanis Morrisette, whose "You Oughta Know" on her album "Jagged Little Pill" encapsulated all the bitterness of at least a generation of women, and at last count she sold about 5 million copies. Now it's Adele's turn, and she rocks!
A.
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