The first song that made me cry
on first listen, I mean properly cry -
weep out my pent-up store of lacrimal secretions
while home alone in my bare bedroom -
was Steven Wilson’s
simple track ‘The Raven that Refused to Sing’.
The haunting
vocals, piano, guitars, drums, wind and strings
struck complex chords with my emotions,
evoking sadness, nostalgia, grief and bittersweet joy.
Most notably,
Steven’s chorus about losing someone named Lily
called to mind someone so important in my life,
someone young at heart who had recently passed
away from my maternal grandpa:
my maternal grandma, Lily.
on first listen, I mean properly cry -
weep out my pent-up store of lacrimal secretions
while home alone in my bare bedroom -
was Steven Wilson’s
simple track ‘The Raven that Refused to Sing’.
The haunting
vocals, piano, guitars, drums, wind and strings
struck complex chords with my emotions,
evoking sadness, nostalgia, grief and bittersweet joy.
Most notably,
Steven’s chorus about losing someone named Lily
called to mind someone so important in my life,
someone young at heart who had recently passed
away from my maternal grandpa:
my maternal grandma, Lily.
