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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Synchronicity . . .
I have to confess that I am totally hooked on Night Sessions by Chris Botti, after a very close friend suggested that I (had to) listen to the CD. He especially recommended one song in particular, All Would Envy, for extremely personal reasons (to us both). He was right; the song is addictive. Even the first time I heard it, I felt as if I had heard it, or something very similar, before. It wasn't until he and I talked a few days after I received the CD, and I had been listening to it, that he told me that the song was written by Sting, and sung by Shawn Colvin. I realized that there was a song with a similar "feel" on Sting's Brand New Day CD. When I first bought that CD, I had played it quite incessantly as well. I've been searching through the multitudes of CDs in my collection (I won't even tell you how many that might be), and finally found the CD today. I loaded the CD onto my laptop, along with Night Sessions, which was already there. In reading the liner notes, I found that Chris Botti had contributed trumpet to the Brand New Day CD. How's that for full-circle synchronicity* (wouldn't C. G. Jung be so proud?)?
One of the songs on Brand New Day that is also very haunting is A Thousand Years. If you're interested, check out the lyrics below:
A Thousand Years From Brand New Day Words by Sting, Music by Sting and Kipper
A thousand years, a thousand more, A thousand times a million doors to eternity I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times An endless turning stairway climbs To a tower of souls If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars, The towers rise to numberless floors in space I could shed another million tears, a million breaths, A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty I could speak a million lies, a million songs, A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time But if there was a single truth, a single light A single thought, a singular touch of grace Then following this single point, this single flame, The single haunted memory of your face
I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head
I may be numberless, I may be innocent I may know many things, I may be ignorant Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief
I still love you I still want you A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head On and on the mysteries unwind themselves Eternities still unsaid 'Til you love me
(c) 1999 A& M Records, Inc.
* there was no pun intended in reference to the Police song Synchronicity I or Synchronicity II when I made this choice of word. Perhaps just another example of "synchronicity."
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