Summer Wine

LocalRowdy passed me this link yesterday. Do watch the video (WARNING: NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK) from Youtube when you get the time.

The song was originally sung by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood. The Youtube video has been sung by Artists Ville Valo and Natalie Avalon, superimposed over images from a German film, "Das Wilde Liben". (If you know the meaning of that phrase, tell me.)

The richness of the lady singer's voice, the "something" in the male singer's voice. Awesome! I don't know how to put it. As soon as I heard it, a "lump" formed... somewhere! I have given the parts of the song I liked best in this blog. The full lyrics can be obtained here.

(Lady's voice)

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine

(Man's Voice)
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine

(Man's Voice)
When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin' for more summer wine

I love these lyrics.

There is a warning... a feeling of what it means to let pure emotions control you despite the prospect of failure... Yet you want it because attaining that will make you feel alive! Ah... that feeling... to be alive!

When I ran the song again and again, this is the impression that was formed in my mind.

The hero is sitting in an expensive pub, smoke everywhere. The modern day pub is itself situated in the dining room of what was once the most beautiful castle in the world. Rare pieces of art adorn the wall. The bartender places the drink of absinthe in a glass that in itself could qualify as a work of art. The hero savours the absinthe while blowing rings of smoke from his cigar. As he surveys the room, his eyes falls upon a woman whose beauty is captivating, rare and... unattainable. Their eyes meet. The passion is so instantaneous and pure that without any words the lady walks to him. She walks with an arrogance and assurance that only her beauty can justify. The hero feels a hammering in his head. He does not know what he is more intoxicated by: the beauty or the absinthe. Then memory fades...

The hero finds himself in a hotel, his mind completely blank. He looks around, could it be a dream? No, there is a rose, a rose so exquisite that only she could have picked. Then he realizes he has been robbed. Yet he does not care, for to let emotion and pure emotion take enrapture him the way that it did, no price is too much to pay! A feeling of peace pervades the hero, for he has attained the unattainable. The conquest is enough!