“It is a wise father that knows his own child.” — William Shakespeare
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a father talks to his son in the film ‘offret’ by Tarkovsky. At the end, the son askes: “In the beginning was the word … why?”
A great illustration of this state of nostalghia of the spirit for things not of this earth is the poem by Tarkovsky’s father (Arseniy Tarkovsky), which he put into his film Stalker:
Now summer has passed,
As if it had never been.
It is warm in the sun.
But this isn’t enough.
All that might have been,
Like a five-cornered leaf
Fell right into my hands,
But this isn’t enough.
Neither evil nor good
Had vanished in vain,
It all burnt with white light,
But this isn’t enough.
Life took me under its wing,
Preserved and protected,
Indeed I have been lucky.
But this isn’t enough.
Not a leaf had been scorched,
Not a branch broken off. . .
The day wiped clean as clear glass,
But this isn’t enough.
The Soul Cages focuses on the death of his father. Sting has said in interviews that he developed a writer’s block shortly after his father’s death. This episode lasted several years and he was unable to write any songs at all. The only way he was able to overcome this affliction was to deal with the death of his father through his music. The first song written for The Soul Cages was “Why Should I Cry for You?” and Sting has stated the rest of the album flowed quite easily after that first hurdle was overcome. Most of the songs have motifs related to sailing or the seas (Sting’s father was a sailor). There are also references to Newcastle, the part of England where Sting grew up.
Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Faroe
Under the Artic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean’s bed
Drifting in empty seas
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over the godless sea
Mountains of endless falling
For all my days remaining
What would be true?
Sometimes I see your face
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say
That, “I loved you in my fashion”?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
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