Sunday, 24 May 2015

Broken wings. . .

NZ Music Month - Broken Wings by K'Lee

K'Lee burst onto the New Zealand music scene with her debut album in 2002.  At the time I was in the first of my postgrad degrees and was curious about the ingenue.  She released her album with Universal Records.  She did a few collaborations with Brotha D with her Can you feel me single.  This track was originally recorded and released by Mister Mister in 1985 who were subsequently nominated for a Grammy for best vocal pop duo or group.

Baby don't understand why we just can't hold on to each other's hands
This time might be the last I fear unless I make it all clear
I need you so. . . can't let you go. . . noo oh

So take these broken wings and learn to fly again
Learn to live so free and when we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in

Take these broken wings. . . 

The thing about broken wings is that the damage needs time to heal. Some people heal faster than others, because their bodies may heal faster or they look after themselves better so that they do heal faster.  Others may be even more reckless with their broken wings and do more damage, continue on a self-destructive path that nobody can stop them on, because they're hell-bent on reaching total ruin regardless of other people's good intention (or some well-placed punctuation and lack of breath while reading this out aloud).

Would you be brave enough to hand over your broken wings? To offer them up to let someone else heal them for you?


Baby end tonight we can take what was wrong
And make it right. . . cause baby it's all I know
That your half of the flesh and blood that makes me whole
Makes me whole, I need you baby, I need you so

Do you have someone who is the other half of your flesh and blood?  Romantic films will have you believe that you need someone to complete you, whereas feminists would argue that you don't need a man (or another woman) to complete you (depends on what side of the fence you sit on I guess, and what direction you're facing).  

It may be difficult in relationships (well, to have a successful relationship in any case) to fully rely on someone else, to have that shared understanding of what it means to be each other's support and rock to lean on, even when the other person is the cause of the break down or reason for the need for support (that scenario is always tricky) but I guess it's the communication and full disclosure that ensures that your relationship is successful, and that if you break each other's wings, that you allow each other the appropriate amount of time for the wings to heal and grow back.

Take these broken wings you've got to learn to fly 
Learn to lift and love so free
And when we hear the voices sing the book of love open
Up for us and let us in

Typically in songs, the longer the song goes on, the more musically adventurous it is supposed to get, so here at this point in the song, we get a variation on the melody.  At this point we get to hear the other harmony notes (higher in the chords) become part of a new melody that is also supposed to show off the vocalist's gymnastic ability and technique.  

I guess I can compare this to that stage in the relationship where, when broken wings happen, you try to find new ways of repairing the damage.  This is because in your relationship you've become accustomed to hurting each other so every time damage is done, the damage hurts a bit more, because it can take its toll after a while doesn't it, the more broken it gets, the more new cracks appear and we all know that if things continue to break, it takes longer to heal or things just stop working. . . 

So take these broken wings and fly away
Learn to live enough for another day
Let's fly, let's fly. . . 

I hope that you learn to live enough for another day.
Of course, it's totally up to you whether you want to spread your wings again, to be brave in the event that you open yourself up to have broken wings again.

But you know what, if I was you, I would take those broken wings and learn to fly again . . . let's fly, let's fly. . .