Sabine flew into my life about eleven years ago... and I hadn't realised until last week that she is one of the main players in my musical drama. She has a voice that I can use and words that flow with feelings I prefer to conceal within riddles and metaphors. She is the mediator between me and my songs and my (hoped for) audience. She is brave and tells her story with a vulnerability I rarely allow.
Listening to Watching Stars Die last week, and when I heard the lyrics of the first verse -
It is a blush you paint upon my cheek
For my virtue cannot be restored
Oooh I tremble as a lady chaste
Left to imagine your chamber's secrets, your chamber's rewards
it struck me that it was Sabine again. This time as the rapturous lover, unbridled and free of the past. She has escaped the King (from 'Sabine') and is with 'him'... for now at least.
I am a Romantic. However, I kinda feel like it is an age of crassness over Romance, with a tidal wave of media that pulls no punches in the 'let it all hang out dept' with shows like the Geordie Shore et al and Romance seems remote to me... a sinking island losing ground in the middle of the Pacific somewhere. Sex and tits and orange asses are the landscape in FULL view at the moment, where minger's abound, leaving a trail of glitter and vomit, and I love the crassness, it is hilarious... even funnier when they are so saddened by the result of their actions (well, we all know how that feels) but it ain't got nuffin' to do with lurve. Poor things. Actually, that would be an adventure - what sort of song would I write if I channeled my inner minger?
But I'd prefer to be a Worldie!
