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Chasing Cars

While in Ireland, my husband and I were relaxing in our room listening to the new Snow Patrol CD when the song 'Chasing Cars' came on. He told me that a friend said it was the best song ever written. I thought, that's quite a statement - 'The best song ever written'. There are a lot of great songs. I don't think I could ever pick just one, so it made me want to listen to the song more closely. I listened to it and it's an absolutely beautiful song and I can find parts of it that I can relate to on so many levels not only now with my husband, but with other times of my life as well. It's a touching powerful song about being in love, but the person who said it was the best song ever written, to my knowledge, has never been really been in love or in any meaningful relationship. When I listen to this song, I can't help to wonder what it makes him think of to warrant being the best song ever written. I wonder if there is a part of him that we don't know - a part of him he keeps hidden because a song like that would have to remind him of something beautiful to mean that much to him. Or could it be that the song reminds him of what he wants, but has never had?
Just the thought of that being the case, makes me sad when I hear it knowing that he has never known love, but it also reminds me of how lucky I am to know the meaning of such lyrics. Some people wait their whole lives for something that can bring meaning to Chasing Cars. How did I get so lucky to not only have it now, but to have had it once before? Maybe that's why I can't look back on past love of as a bad thing just because it ended. I have to look back on it as a fortuitous and precious thing because there are so many people out there waiting for it to happen to them.
It's because of all this that I've chosen to update my song of the week section (more like song of the month these days) click the link above to listen to Chasing Cars...

Comments

Buddy said…
It is a good song.
Mindy said…
You're right Er; it's a beautiful song.
Shila Lee McRoy said…
I Love That Song .
The 1 Time I Heard It I Said This Is My Favrite Song.

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