Sorry I didn't write much last week. A good friend of mine (Nutz Donovan RIP! I know you're shining down on us from heaven) succumbed to an attack by a hawk. I was in mourning (yes, I am still using the death as an excuse). We will get back at that hawk though! (I was part of this attack)
Nutzel "Nutz" Donovan (2006 - 7) - he loved basil.Anyway, my dead friend, like all squirrels, loved Sting. His favorite song is the same as mine, and for solace I listened to it all week. After one particularly long night, I found myself suddenly blown away by the lyrics, so I rushed to to wikipedia to find an in-depth analysis of them, only to find this instead: BULLSHIT
So here, in loving memory of Nutz, I analyze the lyrics! My analysis is in bold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves The song takes place in the present but exists only in the land of memory. Yet the wind is coming from the west, the west symbolic perhaps of rebirth and/or growth.
Upon the fields of barley I love barley! It is good in soup too!
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky The vision of the sun being jealous. Jealous of what? He gives us sun and life. This line is particularly deep.
As we walk in the fields of gold Gold is associated with extreme evil but also sanctity. Sting also made lots of gold on the song! LOL
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So she took her love The introduction of the muse. The muse here is completely in For to gaze awhile control of the love relationship as she is the one who can take it anywhere, suggesting perhaps that the male figure is weakened or emasculated, something love has been known to do to men.
Upon the fields of barley Why just gaze at barley? This suggests that Sting is not the man in question here, as I know for a fact Sting loves barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold Love has turned barley to gold! Here gold must be good, not bad!
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Will you stay with me, will you be my love REFRAIN
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
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See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley Now the wind is moving like the lovers. The transforming power of love to not only turn barley to gold but even make the wind move in a different way! Also, Russia was the top barley producer in the world in 2005.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold Gold, gold, gold.
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I never made promises lightly Sting moves from casual observer here to a participant. Before he was singing of he and her and then "we" but that must be like the royal we, the way we are all we. But Sting was not there in the fields of barley initially. Very interesting.
And there have been some that Ive broken He is vague here.
But I swear in the days still left A vow
We'll walk in the fields of gold A vow to walk through the sanctified fields
We'll walk in the fields of gold I think what Sting is trying to say is that, even though none of us can actually turn barley to gold, we all have the power to transform our relationships from barley to gold. So, by not making promises lightly and moving past the ones that he's broken, he is promising his love gold. I once promised a female squirrel a nut, but I ate it myself and didn't call her. I am no Sting.
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Many years have passed since those summer days We return to the dreamscape of the past, despite the fact that it was "many years ago"
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold But life goes on, and life is better for the future (children)! We have gold in the present even if the paradise is apparently gone. And the future will remember the gold they grew up in and never return to barley.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley But the relationship itself is evidently gone. Perhaps Sting's promises to walk in fields of gold again were actually promises he did make lightly or had broken. Sting's life has returned to barley because of his mistakes. He's tasted the transformation and been forced to return back to reality, like Clyde Griffiths who has tasted the American Dream and the world of the rich only to lose it all because of a past indiscretion! Sting's is not an American Tragedy, no, but it is a tragedy indeed.
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold It really gets at the heart of how we ultimately have nothing at all left except memories of forgotten pleasures in the end. Fear in a handful of dust indeed. But at least that dust has come from the fields of gold.
STING: part poet, part singer, all amazing.
I think you can see why all squirrels love him!!!!!!!
We'll miss you Nutz!
Love,
Pawz
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