Some Kind of Love

Dido

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| | | | | She found the records lying underneath the bed All the songs she used to sing All the songs she used to play All those words those melodies And the promise of some kind of love And the promise of some kind of love When we lose what we love Don’t think anything will ever taste the same When we lose what we love Don’t think anything will ever feel as good again Now I know how much the anger however much the pain Destroy only enough that enough still remains of Some kind of love some kind of love some kind of love Some kind of love some kind of love some kind of love The songs hadn’t changed every note just the same But when she played them once again All those words those melodies Like better days past and gone leaving her behind With the promise of some kind of love With the promise of some kind of love When we lose what we love Don’t think anything will ever taste the same When we lose what we love Don’t think anything will ever feel as good again Now I know how much the anger however much the pain Destroy only enough that enough still remains of Some kind of love some kind of love some kind of love Some kind of love some kind of love some kind of love Some kind of love | | | | | | | | | (x2) She put the records back in their place And straightened her dress and wiped her face She closed and locked the door And left them lying on the floor And she sang Mmm mmm some kind of love some kind of love Mmm mmm mmm mmm some kind of love some kind of love Mmm mmm mmm mmm some kind of love some kind of love

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La chanson évoque la nostalgie et la douleur de la perte. Elle parle d'une femme qui redécouvre des souvenirs à travers des chansons qu’elle aimait, des mélodies qui lui rappellent des moments passés. Ces souvenirs, bien qu'agréables, sont mélancoliques, car ils font ressortir l'absence de ce qu'elle chérissait. Elle réalise que rien ne sera jamais comme avant et que, même si la colère et la souffrance peuvent détruire, il reste toujours une forme d'amour, malgré tout. Le contexte semble tourner autour de la réflexion sur ce qu'on perd et comment cela façonne notre perception de l'amour et des souvenirs. Cela nous rappelle que même dans la douleur, il existe une promesse d'amour, une trace de ce que nous avons vécu.

Le Chansonnier