Samuele Bersani - Spaccacuore - Video, heavy Text and Interpretation | Bad Boy Music
Music composed by Samuele Bersani and Joseph of Onghia, the same text Bersani and Lucio Dalla, Spaccacuore is the third single, after What You Want, from Freak, the second studio album by Samuele Bersani. heavy
It is a song dedicated to love. As often happens, it is a love and suffering suffered. The text opens with a kind of "awakening", which begins when the protagonist turns off the TV: This is definitely something heavy that has happened to us all: the television is also used to remove the thoughts and get away for a few minutes (a few hours ) by what happens to us, but as soon as you turn it off here is that everything heavy that concerns us back in front of our attention. As soon as the TV turns off, the song says that "the butterfly hanging drops down": I'm not sure what you mean exactly the text, but I believe that it refers to the figure that made her look off electricity on tube TVs cathode, which were popular at the time this text was written, and that lasted a few seconds: it was a kind of flash light on gray screen, symmetrical, resembling the wings of a butterfly that seemed to break away from the top edge and fall .
This flash is an opportunity for the protagonist to think of himself ("ah, it also happens to me / is one of my limits / I'm going down for anything / if I think gives me the creeps") and the fact that even for him him just very little to bring it down. And it is the time when this weakness makes him reminded her a part of his past and who usually pointing out this lack.
A girl that he wanted to get away from himself ("I sent you away"), but this does not seem to have made him happy, indeed: it seems rather that it has nailed to a stagnation that is both emotions and physical ("I can smell city / do not do anything, closed rest here / Here's another of my limits "), and this ends up being no reason to feel bad: yet another lack of which he feels responsible. All of us after the end of a great love we lose interest in things we did not want to go out, we did not want to do anything, everything seems uninteresting and useless.
It is the moment in which he also recognizes his own inability to communicate: he had his own inability to make her understand how important it was to her, how great was the impact on his life, to the point that the mere thought of her was enough to give strong emotions ("I tell you that I did not know / just thinking about you gives me the creeps / even an asshole like me / like me"), even though one might think that a person unable to show what evidence is instead only an asshole insensitive.
But all this-it is said - it belongs to the past: it is a love affair and if you can not even stop it leaving, not even listing all the errors and mistakes made, their limitations and their inability, then it's killed, wounded, broken and enlists the help of her ("But do not think most / I told you to aim / Love breaks your heart / Shoot! Shoot! Shoot Love! / You forget about it / what do you expect? heavy / Love breaks heart / Shoot! Shoot! Shoot, heavy right here ... here "). Waiting is useless, love is suffering, you feel bad, love breaks your heart and makes you suffer, but it is a slow suffering that destroys, rather then better to meet a definitive suffering, reliable, direct: it aims at the center and shoots.
It's simple and straightforward confession of a man who knows who he is: he knows and admits their mistakes and their inability to live. He admits his faults, which are based on direct knowledge of itself and not by an abstract and theoretical analysis ("I know who I am / even if I have not read Freud") heavy does not mean that claim to be able to know anyone, but only if the same . Yet even this seems to be enough: his inability to understand their own emotions stopped him, he was unable to get through to her, to show fragile, to surrender to love, to melt ("I know how I'm made / but I can not melt / and that is why I am here / of kilometers away and you / you'll sleep with who knows who / now there "), and that's why they broke up and now she, perhaps, is already with someone else and sleeps with him.
It is a heart-rending cry of pain and absolute. A request for help from someone who admits to being in trouble, but does not know how to get out. someone who, however, is willing to sacrifice himself as a hero, but not to cede any ground. A beautiful song that reflects the emotions that any of us have tried, but that should not provide an excuse: do not know how to communicate what it feels like not sign
Music composed by Samuele Bersani and Joseph of Onghia, the same text Bersani and Lucio Dalla, Spaccacuore is the third single, after What You Want, from Freak, the second studio album by Samuele Bersani. heavy
It is a song dedicated to love. As often happens, it is a love and suffering suffered. The text opens with a kind of "awakening", which begins when the protagonist turns off the TV: This is definitely something heavy that has happened to us all: the television is also used to remove the thoughts and get away for a few minutes (a few hours ) by what happens to us, but as soon as you turn it off here is that everything heavy that concerns us back in front of our attention. As soon as the TV turns off, the song says that "the butterfly hanging drops down": I'm not sure what you mean exactly the text, but I believe that it refers to the figure that made her look off electricity on tube TVs cathode, which were popular at the time this text was written, and that lasted a few seconds: it was a kind of flash light on gray screen, symmetrical, resembling the wings of a butterfly that seemed to break away from the top edge and fall .
This flash is an opportunity for the protagonist to think of himself ("ah, it also happens to me / is one of my limits / I'm going down for anything / if I think gives me the creeps") and the fact that even for him him just very little to bring it down. And it is the time when this weakness makes him reminded her a part of his past and who usually pointing out this lack.
A girl that he wanted to get away from himself ("I sent you away"), but this does not seem to have made him happy, indeed: it seems rather that it has nailed to a stagnation that is both emotions and physical ("I can smell city / do not do anything, closed rest here / Here's another of my limits "), and this ends up being no reason to feel bad: yet another lack of which he feels responsible. All of us after the end of a great love we lose interest in things we did not want to go out, we did not want to do anything, everything seems uninteresting and useless.
It is the moment in which he also recognizes his own inability to communicate: he had his own inability to make her understand how important it was to her, how great was the impact on his life, to the point that the mere thought of her was enough to give strong emotions ("I tell you that I did not know / just thinking about you gives me the creeps / even an asshole like me / like me"), even though one might think that a person unable to show what evidence is instead only an asshole insensitive.
But all this-it is said - it belongs to the past: it is a love affair and if you can not even stop it leaving, not even listing all the errors and mistakes made, their limitations and their inability, then it's killed, wounded, broken and enlists the help of her ("But do not think most / I told you to aim / Love breaks your heart / Shoot! Shoot! Shoot Love! / You forget about it / what do you expect? heavy / Love breaks heart / Shoot! Shoot! Shoot, heavy right here ... here "). Waiting is useless, love is suffering, you feel bad, love breaks your heart and makes you suffer, but it is a slow suffering that destroys, rather then better to meet a definitive suffering, reliable, direct: it aims at the center and shoots.
It's simple and straightforward confession of a man who knows who he is: he knows and admits their mistakes and their inability to live. He admits his faults, which are based on direct knowledge of itself and not by an abstract and theoretical analysis ("I know who I am / even if I have not read Freud") heavy does not mean that claim to be able to know anyone, but only if the same . Yet even this seems to be enough: his inability to understand their own emotions stopped him, he was unable to get through to her, to show fragile, to surrender to love, to melt ("I know how I'm made / but I can not melt / and that is why I am here / of kilometers away and you / you'll sleep with who knows who / now there "), and that's why they broke up and now she, perhaps, is already with someone else and sleeps with him.
It is a heart-rending cry of pain and absolute. A request for help from someone who admits to being in trouble, but does not know how to get out. someone who, however, is willing to sacrifice himself as a hero, but not to cede any ground. A beautiful song that reflects the emotions that any of us have tried, but that should not provide an excuse: do not know how to communicate what it feels like not sign
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