Do You Want to Feel How It Feels?

I’ve been wondering what this song is actually about. The basic meaning, or overall feeling, or whatever, is pretty much self-evident. Looking deeper than that, it could mean a bunch of things. Is it just a grass-is-greener statement (“with no problems”)? Is it “look what you did to me”? Is it “if only you could understand how I feel”? Maybe I’m overthinking it–probably, since I always do that–but it doesn’t seem clear to me. And is it based on Kate Bush’s real life, or just taken from an idea that sprung into her head, or a story she read, or something like that? Do you ever listen to very emotional songs written in the first person and wonder whether they’re true to the performer?

 

[also, the video is extremely weird, and might actually be the reason I’m so confused]

 

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Some days you feel the weight more than others. The phrase is usually “a weight on the heart/soul.” Wherever this metaphysical burden is resting, you feel it in your body. It’s painful. You want to run wild and lie still at the same time, pull on your hair or scratch at your skin.

I’m restless. Calm is becoming a distant memory, near-constant anxiety taking its place. But I did fall asleep last night.

I’ve heard that people are in life just where they want to be. People have what they want to have. I think that’s very true and also very untrue. Like Nature Vs. Nurture. Why does one preclude the other?

“Don’t you want good things?” Yes, I want good things. I want all good things and happiness and peace.

“Art comes from pain.” I can write from the memory of it just as well as from a current experience. Better, perhaps – more intention in the writing with some distance from the feeling.

 

I wanted to look up the roots and origination of the word “melancholy,” but you need a membership for the OED. Or a physical copy – good luck with that one…

Virginia Woolf, one of the greatest writers of all time, killed herself. She walked into the ocean with stones in her pockets. She had a thing about the ocean. Wrote a book, called it The Waves. It was about people, actually, about experience? Or about struggling. One of the characters died. I can’t remember how.

Who is responsible for all of this? Higher powers, with names or without them? An old man in the sky? Or, much more realistically, a power the form of which is not even remotely like human? Is it fate, or chance? Is it me?

Is it?

If it is… is that the weight?