Sweet nothing
Me hace recordar que aquello que en un principio podría parecer insignificante, puede estar lleno de valor si se mira con otros ojos. Unos más atentos o más creativos.
Como dice Taylor, apreciar una piedra de la playa. Dejarse embelesar por su historia o inventarte una.
En el estribillo se plantea una idea interesante: “corro a casa en busca de tu dulce nada, todo lo que querías tú de mí era nada”.
Algo así como que lo que espera de cada uno es en sí serlo. Presenciar tu nada como regalo, tu estar. Quizás en silencio o en el mismo día a día.
Me gusta en especial que de repente te permites esa nada. Darte tiempo de parar, observar, agradecer…
Te invito a escuchar esta canción y conectar con esa nada tan valiosa.
Para mí tiene también ecos de presencia.
Tiny as a firefly
A pebble that we picked up last July
Down deep inside your pocket
We almost forgot it
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?
Ooh
Ooh
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your
Sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was
Sweet nothing
On the way home
I wrote a poem
You say, "What a mind"
This happens all the time
Ooh
Ooh
'Cause they said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your
Sweet nothings
Outside they're push and shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was
Nothing
Industry disrupters and soul deconstructors
And smooth-talking hucksters
Out glad-handing each other
And the voices that implore
"You should be doing more"
To you I can admit
That I'm just too soft for all of it
Ooh
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your
Sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was
Sweet nothing
They said the end is coming (They said the end is coming)
Everyone's up to something (Everyone's up to something)
I find myself running home to your
Sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving (Outside, they're push and shoving)
You're in the kitchen humming (You're in the kitchen humming)
All that you ever wanted from me was
Sweet nothing