The Collectors :: My Love Delights Me
This is a sweet song for warmer weather about being in love and loving love and having the whole world around you bow down to your resonating happiness; the wild strawberries, the boulevards, the summer wind, etc. Yet despite all the flourish and fanfare, the nonsensical chorus and general whimsy are set against a darker Solomon Grundy-esque backdrop giving nod to the inescapable stages of life—from a man in a cradle to a man in the grave—echoing the futility of life and world-washing-its-hands-of-you stance of the nursery rhyme.
Remember?
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Grew worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
That was the end of
Solomon Grundy.
Oh, how the world treats us with such unbearable lightness!
Yet, The Collectors maintain their claim on happiness and state of their love “like summer and stars, we are constant, forever.” Now, neither summer nor stars are constant (summer gives way to winter, stars give way to sunlight) but they are consistently not constant. A cycle of birth and rebirth not unlike the fortune of mankind. From the cradle we are damned to the grave, but within that short breath of life we are offered the time to enjoy and be happy—now that’s the kind of benevolent pessimism I can really get behind and take with me to the beach/barbecue/partytime/whatever.
My Love Delights Me
The Collectors (wikipedia)