Tag: Song

Torn’s Interpretation

In the spirit of #freekesha, I thought I’d come up with another song interpretation post that spins around the theme sexual abuse. This is the song Torn by Natalie Imbruglia and how I see it.

I thought, I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

The man mentioned here is no stranger to the woman. This man is someone close, a lover or a family, even, and she saw him as a man she trust enough to teach her things about life.

Well, you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don’t know him anymore

Which is why she is in a denial when something terrible happened. The man that she adored suddenly turned into a man who uses what he has for all the wrong reasons, and she realizes she no longer know who that man is.

There’s nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothing’s fine, I’m torn

This can be interpreted as literal empty bed, or a man who loses the warm soul and turns into an empty heartless shell that she thinks he is. She becomes unaware of who he is, and the happiness in the past is nothing but little conversation now. She’s not okay.

I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

She no longer trust the man, and this can be interpreted as the moment where she becomes the victim to the sexual abuse, which is shown by the verse cold and ashamed, lying naked on the floor. The man she loves uses her for sexual pleasure that she gives no consent of whatsoever.

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late, I’m already torn

She denies the rape, of course, and she wishes for everything to be nothing but a dream where everything will be okay again once she opens her eyes, but alas, the truth is the truth, and she can’t change the fact that she is, in fact, a rape victim. When she asks for help, it is already too late, because she is already pieces of rough edged puzzle that doesn’t fit with one another anymore.


I remember interpreting that when I was mere thirteen or fourteen, and my view has not changed even once about the song. I can not bother to look for the real interpretation, and I don’t think I can ever see the verse lying naked on the floor without thinking it’s a song about rape.

What happened to Ke$ha is an unfortunate event, and in a way I am glad that it is publicized, because now we all know the entertainment life isn’t the prettiest world, and I am happy that she tried to defend herself instead of cowering in fear inside her room. I am proud that she chose to tell and let everyone see that she is not becoming a victim forever, that she will be a survivor and leave a ton lighter with the burden off her shoulder. She deserves the applaud that everyone has to offer, and she deserves to feel accomplished and better for deciding to do something about it.

Now all we need to do is free her and let her walk away as a survivor with repaired pair of wings flapping on her chain-free back.

Here’s to all rape victims in the world.
Tell someone, it gets better.

Landslide’s Interpretation

If you ask me what I like about song lyrics, it will have to be the different interpretation people give to each song. People can interpret ‘If I Die Young’ as a joyful, carefree song about young death, and people can interpret ‘Torn’ quite literally as a torn little girl who’s lying on the floor, naked, as a victim of rape. There are plenty of songs out there that are quite difficult to understand, take Sia’s songs and video music for example. There’s a fine line between lyrics that hide Easter eggs and lyrics that are just simply forced into the song for rhyming sake.

Today, in the emptiness of my house, I decided to listen to one of the song that I love for its hard-understood lyric, which is ‘Landslide’ by  Stevie Nicks. I never really understood what it meant, nor cared about it, but I got curious in the end and decided to google what the song really means.

I read a few articles here and there, and this one is the one that made the most sense to me. The article doesn’t explain every single word of the lyric, but I eventually understood the gist of Stevie’s bittersweet love life. It was most enjoyable to listen to the song again and again (with Glee’s rendition being my favorite), and I suppose I will try to understand the song ‘Shake It Out’ by Florence + Machine next.

Adios!

Here’s to changes.

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Why I Wish I Didn’t Know Who Harris J Is

This time, I’m going to rant about how much I hated knowing Harris J. For those of you who don’t know, Harris J is a British Muslim musician signed to Awakening Records. He is only 18, have memorized 10 Juz of the Quran, and is the Muslim version of ‘Justin Bieber’ as they say.

Perfect kind of man, don’t you think? Especially for those of you Muslim girls out there. There is absolutely nothing to hate from the guy, nothing at all, and that is exactly why I hate knowing him.

Here’s how it went.

Just about an hour ago, my mother texted me despite being right in the next room. She asked me if I knew Harris J, and I texted her back saying no, I don’t know him. She replied to me and said that he is the it guy at the moment, and she asked me to come to her room and see. I immediately closed my laptop and made my way to my parents’ bedroom. She was sprawled in bed watching a video from YouTube of Harris J. I laid down next to her and saw the person she was talking about.

He was a work of art.

And then I didn’t want to know more. It’s childish how I acted, but it really is a bit painful watching a guy like Harris. Not only is he a charming and humble person, he also memorizes 10 Juz of the Quran. His intonation is great, his memorization is perfect, he is an Indian-Irish fusion living in England, a singer, a naturally charming person, and he really does exist.

Who knew.

The thing is, boys these days are idiots who care more for unimportant mundane things such as cars, partying, cigarettes, and girls. You don’t see a Muslim like Harris who spreads good message through songs very often, and when you do find one, you just can’t help but to fall a little bit for him, and that’s where the painful part comes from, because you know Allah is so fair, He created him for someone worthy, and it stings when you realize you’re definitely not that worthy person. You know he deserves way more, and you can’t be selfish wanting him all to yourself. It hurts when you know an amazing person like him is not created for you, and life would have been a lot easier when you don’t know a guy like Harris exist at all. It makes you imagine all sorts of things, and while it is a bit creepy, you can’t help but wonder how praying and building a household with him as the imam would be like, and suddenly you’ve arranged a hopelessly impossible life plan for the two of you, and it’s just pathetic.

Umi, can you imagine him performing the adzan right into my ears to wake me up for Subuh? That would be heaven on earth.

This is just pathetic, what are the chances of a hopeful High School student from Indonesia ending up (in a Marriage) with a teenage heart-throb such as Harris J? This ain’t a movie, and this sure as hell ain’t a fairy tale.

So thank you for getting certain hopes up, but no, haha, in all honesty, I’m kind of glad a person like you exist, Harris. As surprising as you are, I hope your good messages are heard by people across the globe. Good luck with your music, and don’t forget any of the stuff you’ve memorized. Your reading of Ar-Rahman both when you were just a chubby little kid and now is just as great, and there really should be more men like you in this Earth. Maybe then, I will be worthy of one someday.

Here’s to Harris J

 

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The Mirror

If Les Miserables is my favorite musical by far (second being West Side Story), than Phantom of the Opera is my favorite opera there is, and that doesn’t say much considering this is the only opera I know. The one thing that intrigues me about Phantom is, of course, the Phantom himself. I care not of Christine’s innocence. It’s the Phantom obsessive nature toward Christine and his attitude that amuse me the most. My favorite Phantom is Gerard Butler, despite popular opinion who tend to choose Ramin. Here is my favorite number from the opera musical, The Mirror.

(Voice of Phantom)

Insolent boy, this slave of fashion,
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor,
Sharing in my triumph!

(Christine)

Angel, I hear you.
Speak, I listen.
Stay by my side,
Guide me.

Angel, my soul was weak,
Forgive me.
Enter at last, Master.

(Phantom)

Flattering child, you shall know me.
See why in shadow I hide.
Look at your face in the mirror.
I am there, inside!

(Christine)

Angel of Music, guide and guardian,
Grant to me your glory.
Angel of Music, hide no longer.
Come to me, strange Angel.

(Phantom)

I am your Angel of Music.
Come to me, Angel of Music.

(Raoul, spoken)

Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?

(Phantom)
I am your Angel of Music

(Raoul, spoken)

Christine! Christine!

(Phantom)

Come to me, Angel of Music!
I am your angel of music! 2x

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