Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Colors of Sadness

Resonator Ghost and Allan Benoit

"May the grass grow long on your road to hell." Resonator Ghost knows so many of the facets we see in the kaleidoscope of life. Click. Poinsettias. Click. Carnations. Click. Church flowers. Click. Love in bloom.

The delicate treatment of Allan Benoit's "Throwback Heart" is sadder than the original, if that's possible. The tender, giving love of the lover who's worth another try.

"Last Time" What if we had the chance and missed it? What if is the saddest, saddest question anyone can ask himself. The last chance to dance, to hold, to talk. How many last times have you seen? How many have you missed? How many have you messed up? Is it a blessing if I don't know or if I do?

"Really hasn't changed all that much all these years."

"All we have is here. All we have is now. Pay attention. The last time is now."

1 comment:

  1. Hi, I'm Resonator Ghost, and Allan Benoit is a good friend. I want to thank you for this posting, and for listening.

    All shall be well,

    RG

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