I was mad at the song because I thought the singer was happy as I heard him sing it. But it was a sad song. And that's the thing about music, it cannot lie. One slow melody combined with the keynote I wish I'd known how to name and I'll be drowning in my own tears. And that's also the thing about music... my teacher said the other day that music could replace the sexual impulses inside a human mind, and that's unknown and uncertain, sort of like everything else. But it was sometimes easier to find Edipo in a song than a body. And I just can't help to think of Juan when he said he wanted to learn the language of music, and the teacher saying there was not such thing. I think of how it feels to sing, and how she looks when she talks about music, and how it seems to be the only thing that feels ok to her... and I cannot help thinking that's the only language worth listening to. "Take me down easy, let me land softly back in your arms"