A short film that brings to song the burrows of man’s soul. What less is there to do than sing that cry from the depth of heart and ache? A connection through song.
This post is about the short film The Singers.
Unchained Melody
The Impromptu Catharsis of Heart Through Song
We lost it, we all did. The finitude to prevail through suffering. To its withdrawal we pay to stay, pestering at the insistence to feel like a person again, of which we do not want to talk.
‘Aw, it’s been the ruin
Of many a poor boy
And dear God knows I’m one’
It’s sad here. And the best that we are is okay. Day by day, in the oldest of nights, here we find ourselves chilled more by what remains than by what has long since fallen, which we all know, yet speak of far less.
‘When things go wrong
So wrong with you
It hurts me too’
“Then you’re expected to go right back to being a young man. You just don’t feel like a person anymore. And you just wanna feel like a person again.”
Our discourse speaks as loudly as our reclusion; singing unveils the heart just the same. To live, if only for a brevity — to cheer in our domain. In this much we know, and so we take arm together.
‘My love, my darling
I’ve hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love To me’
We were rattled in our statures. This we all felt. And in so cold a winter night, the bottles stilled. We stopped because we knew of greater warmth than free booze and hundred-dollar stints.
Our catharsis of song — to heart our unchained melodies.
To The Believer
May we not sit and pretend the ache we endure is not there. Are we to enforce righteousness in denial, or tend instead to the heart as it is?
“Sorrow is better than laughter,
for by sadness of face the heart is made glad.”
~ Ecclesiastes 7:3
Further Reflections
Train Dreams: A Faint Understanding
A quietly somber and solemn piece about the world, our place in it, and the echoes of the experience onward.
Frankenstein: Tale of Man & Creation
A fascinatingly sublime allegory exploring the hearted tones of death, incorrigibility, and awakening.
Nomadland: See You Down The Road
A life on the road, one where home is less the makeup of what you have than the passage of knowing what truly matters as you go on in being.
Credit: Script, select images, and song lyrics used in this post are from The Singers and credited to respective artists. Included for reflective commentary and thematic analysis.
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