November 7, 2017

“Paint It Black”

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Adonya

The moon has begun its waning phase, and I find myself smiling.  The days are finally getting shorter for time has fallen back (in most of the U.S.), and I am overjoyed.

My favorite time is upon us.

As I move about these shortened days, I am grateful for the things that offer comfort to me.

Darkness.

In all its forms.

A little over two years ago, Ciara recorded the remake of a Rolling Stones song.  {insert post title here}

And you may be wondering what in the hell she has to do with this post.

Anyhoo…

I was introduced to her cover sometime last year by way of a video by UPD Crew on YouTube, my favorite Internet hotspot.

Back then, I liked the song. BUT… it did not beckon me to want more from it.

Well, that shit changed!

Over the past 3 days, I have been wearing that song out.  If Amazon recorded play count, I would be SO busted.

So, why am I now attracted to this song like some junkie?

Well…

There is not a day that goes by when I am not wearing black.

Black tank.

Black shorts or leggings.

Always in black.

Like darkness, it comforts me.

Also, not a day goes by when I am not longing for the night sky to appear; bringing with it all things unseen.

And I realize those last 6 lines did nothing to answer that question.

Moving. on.

The more I listened to Ciara’s cover, the more haunting the melody became.

Heartache and acceptance dancing about like witches in an exotic trance.

Its rhythmic layers constantly weaving into something more sublime.

With great intensity, lust and passion frolick between the sheets— unbridled, unfettered.

The lyrics forever journeying into an abyss of no return.

Yum.

My darkness no longer causes me angst.  I now adore it, for it is the very heart of who I am.

I now love this song because it is relatable.

And if this realm did not need the sun, I, too, would want to see it blotted from the sky.

Paint It Black

lyrics (video below)

I see your red door, I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see the line of cars, and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly looked away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens everyday

I look inside myself, and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I (I want to see your face painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky)

I’ve seen your red door, I want it painted black
(I want to see it painted, painted, painted black. Black as night, black as coal)
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
(I want to see the sun, blotted out from the sky)
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
(I want to see it painted, painted, painted black. Black as night, black as coal)
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
(I want to see the sun, blotted out from the sky)

 

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