That’s such a great song. The way Cantrell sings “woooomb… holding rare flowers in a toooooomb” you can feel the pain in the voice. The lyrics are great, the music and guitars are great, the voice is perfect. If I had to pick one complete album among all artists that’s the best, Dirt would be it. Every song on there is great, this one the best of them.
There’s a caveat though. When you’re depressed, this song just holds you there in that suspension of nothingness. It doesn’t make me feel more depressed but it doesn’t lift either. It just sums up how I’m feeling – so fucking perfectly that it is scary. That’s how you know you’ve made a great song, when people can connect. Unfortunately, I don’t want to connect to this song but I do. I mentioned how I liked this song to Ms. Sexy X once and she said she listened to it a lot to0 after… something happened a few years ago. I know why she did as I’m doing it now and I’ve done it before so I understood her meaning immediately. Your mind goes to certain music at certain times because of certain moods. Say that 5 times fast. ;-)
“I give this part of me for yooooooooooooooou…”
I was in the shower singing the song in my head, watching the droplets form on the side and run down. I was entranced. I don’t know if a tear ran down my cheek or if it was water. It felt like water but it ran perfectly from my tear duct down… if I shed a tear I didn’t know it. It felt very surreal, like I was watching myself from outside the shower.
I guard her heart with my own.
