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Maxwell makes me swoon. My reaction to his voice is actually uncontrollable. His falsetto flows throw me. His soulfulness makes me quiver. His lyricism makes me ache. He is, for me, the embodiment of true artistic talent. He is. Pure. Seduction.
My latest fling with the crooning catalyst of my sweetest wet dreams began a few weeks ago with the release of his single, "Pretty Wings." It seems our romance was bound to pick up where it left off. I am still left breathless at the sound of his voice melding harmoniously with instruments of strings, percussion, and wind. I am still left helpless, seduced until spent in the rare delightful moment where an unpretentious rhythm is met with the passion of blues and the honesty of soul. I am an undiscovered addict. The song is played at every opportunity. It is the first song I want to hear in the morning and the last song I want to hear when I fall asleep. It is the song that I play as I drive, as I write, as I soap my body in the morning. I fell hard for this song and its masterful proprietor.
It wasn't until my addiction was discovered that the superficiality of my love affair became exposed. One day, The Man, upon hearing me replay the song countless times, asked me to explain the premise of the song. I was caught and he knew it. Though I had heard the songs upwards of 100 times that week alone, I had to admit that I literally got lost in Maxwell's voice. Not once had I REALLY heard the lyrics, not once had I processed the song beyond the alluring magic of the voice. I knew the song had something to do with letting go of a relationship, but the details were fuzzy.
Embarrassed and ashamed at how easily I seemed to succumb to Maxwell's trance inducing voice, I challenged myself to truly listen, digest, and comprehend the lyrics. For two days I tried to process the song lyrics and for two days I failed miserably. I would start off strong singing along: "Time will bring the real end of our trial, one day they'll be no remnants no trace, no residual, feelings within ya. One day you won't remember me," and right there is where I would begin to fade, slowly bewitched by his tone, left dazed until the chorus: "Pretty wings your pretty wings around"
On day three I finally gave up. I searched the songs lyrics and read them while I listened to the song:
Time will bring the real end of our trialAfter reading the lyrics while listening I finally got the gist of the song - I can't be with you, but I'll always have love for you. Somehow his voice makes what would otherwise sound like bullshit, heart wrenchingly endearing. Yet just as I was about to swoon again, I had a sobering thought: fantasizing aside, dating Maxwell would probably be rather annoying in real life. I mean if this man can make me swoon like a silly school girl while he sings about broken promises and unrequited love, I'd never have it in me to make him do the dishes. He'd sing one line and soapy dish water would be replaced by the making of love.
One day there'll be no remnants no trace
No residual feelings within ya
One day you won't remember me.
Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I cannot have forever
I'll always love ya
I hope you feel the same.
Oh, you played me dirty, your game was so bad
You toyed with my affliction
Had to fill out my prescription
Found the remedy
I had to set you free.
Away from me
To see clearly
The way that love can be when you are not with me
I had to leave
I had to live
I had to lead
I had to live.......
If I can't have you
Let love set you free
To flap your pretty wings around.
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings. Pretty wings around.
I came wrong you were right
Transformed your love into like
Baby believe me I'm sorry I told you lies
I turned day into night
Sleep till I die a thousand times
I should have showed you better nights, better times, better days
And I miss you more and more
If I can't have you
Let love set you free
To flap your pretty wings around
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings, your Pretty wings around
So Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings, your Pretty wings around
Say Pretty wings, pretty wings,
Pretty wings yeah, Pretty wings around
(^That has the making of a hilarious SNL sketch)
If life could only be as wonderful as Maxwell makes it sound. :-)
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