kfan:

My 5 Favorite Parts of Soldier of Love by Sade

1. There are at least 3 different guitar parts in this song, but the loudest one, with the noise gate on it. How the lines cut in and out, dancing around the drums, like glimpses of the safety of love, promises that vanish as soon as you speak them.

2. I’m at the borderland of my faith, I’m in the hinterland of my devotion. Maybe one of the best lines in any song, ever? So deep and pure and complex and true that I can’t even think about it too much. It destroys me to contemplate what those words even mean.

3. I’m doing my best b/w I’m still alive. Proclamations of determination and an absolute unwillingness to give up (on love? on life? on oneself?) despite history, despite the odds.

4. The gang vocals (WHOA) and handclaps on the bridge. You’re not in this alone. We have each other.

5. The song is basically over at 4:00 but the music continues for another 0:59. Like, look: settle in for a long ride. This is life. Still waiting for love to come.

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Colin Spoelman:

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Ed Caesar:

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Nathan Pensky:

Episode 19: Nancy Mannigoe mutters “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus gonna kill me” over and over while washing the Compson children’s sheets. Mrs. Compson pats her arm and asks her to be quiet.

Episode 24: The ghosts of Ellen and Rosa Coldfield visit Caddy Compson. They try to stroke her hair while she sits dozing on the porch swing. Caddy awakens and thinks it was Benjy stroking her hair. She scolds him, and he cries. Quentin makes Benjy stop crying by setting a wagon on fire.

Everything is the same, and intellectually you understand that. But the world is completely different — for *you*. Everybody has changed their relationship to you, but you still live in the same world. So when people talk about the surreality of fame, that’s what they’re talking about. The world is one degree stranger. It’s not like the houses have suddenly turned to gingerbread and you go, ‘Oh, it wasn’t like that before.’ You live in the same house, you go to the same market, you get coffee in the same place. It’s just that somebody has hired an unlimited amount of extras and given them very specific directions — for you. It’s as if a director has gotten there before you and grabbed a bullhorn and said, ‘Okay, when he comes in, if your name begins with A through M, count to ten and then notice him. N through Z, notice him right away.’ It’s very strange.
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