Those close to me know my penchant for melancholy music and that the two voices that hit most profoundly are those of Jacques Brel and Kate Bush; both defy definition. This is Kate Bush at her best, so touching it can be difficult to listen to the song without being hit by waves of emotion from places unknown.
It’s dedicated to Jo Cox’s two children.
“The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our
minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the
illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love,
friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist
alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows
other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is
lying.”Translated from ‘À la recherche du temps perdu’, Marcel Proust.