03-26-19
I remember this being one of the first true love songs I ever discovered. There are lots of songs that talk about the beauty of another person. The physical desire to be with someone, the hope to attain and control a person, but this song seemed to be different in how it was the description of beauty and what makes someone beautiful—beyond the physical desire rests a sincere attempt at understanding the deeper characteristics that comprise a person.
I remember listening to this song for the first time and being captivated by the thought of someone being moved by another person so thoroughly to make this. The tenderness that is wrought throughout the song seems to help distinguish it from most other “love” songs. I’ve always felt that for someone to accomplish this they would have to have truly understood the sentiments they were singing about, at by proxy be moved to a new height of passion.
The opening lines of the song, “timing is everything,” was a lesson that was tough learned. I had always thought that love and passion were all that was necessary to make a relationship work, but at the end of the day, if the timing isn’t there it doesn’t matter much how perfect the relationship may be, it’s doomed from the start.
I wanted nothing more to understand how it felt to respond to someone as described within this song, and there were numerous points in my life where I thought I had finally had a grasped on the concept only to realize how little I truly understood. I like to think that I now finally have an understanding, having been able to forge a life with a person that exudes beauty with practically every action. Every day I’m moved to understand this concept a bit further, and so maybe it’ll be one of those last little gifts before I depart, a sincere understanding of the sentiment detailed with the stanzas of this song.
Lyrics:
Timing is everything
Timing is everything
You know it’s beautiful
Look at you
You know you’re beautiful
Needs some attention
They made me a prince
Said I’m important
They raised me upon stilts
No one can touch me
Gowns and panties
Fashion magazines
Stained with grape juice
And torn at the seam
I just want to hold you in my arms
And sleep in your bed
A quiver of arrows
Was left in your stead
The gorgeous lies that I want to believe
Each one a promise of everything I need
You know it’s beautiful
It’s your own invention
You know it’s beautiful
It’s your own invention
You know it’s beautiful
It’s your own invention
You know you’re beautiful
I know you’re beautiful
Ohhh…