But How We Move…
February 20, 2009
From A to B
It can’t be up to me
‘Cause I don’t know…
I know I’m probably way late to jump on the Lykke Li bandwagon (it probably isn’t cool anymore, is it?) but I just found this song, and I love everything about it – The toy piano, the tone of defensiveness, the inching towards the edge of falling completely, the tambourine!
I’m in the middle of reading Anaïs Nin’s “Henry and June” which has been an absorbing read for the past week, compelling reflection on a lot of my own feelings about feminism, love (what does it mean, “to love”?), passion, desire, beauty, ugliness, comfort, and being settled or unsettled. This song makes me think of that tension between being strong, independent, autonomous and that submission to love – a confession that the rational has lost out to the emotional? – which exposes us to invulnerabilities and weakness, and the occasional desperation for reassurance.
Come here
Stay with me
Stroke me, by the head
Cause I would give anything
Anything
To have you as my man
