Story Behind the Song
Inspired by the movie "Immortal Beloved," about the life of Beethoven, and
the movie "Frances," about the life of actress Frances Farmer; with props to
Laugh-in's Fickle Finger of Fate award, only this time it's not funny.
Ludwig and Frances seemed to be the victims not only of their own foibles,
but of the selfishness, ignorance, treachery and fear of others as well.
Can't people put petty jealousies where they belong? - In the trash...oh, I
guess that's where they are anyway. Maybe if our society was built on
cooperation instead of competition? Or is that putting the cart before the
chicken?
This is one of those songs that was written in one sitting, with hardly any changes.
I guess it was fate....
Recorded on a 4-track with an upright piano. It took quite a few takes (as usual).
Recently I re-recorded the vocals (they might even almost be in tune this time).
Eventually this is bound to become a bossa. I hope you like it.
Lyrics
Fate,
how can you be so cruel
to take away my whole world;
to take my life away from me?
Oh, you;
don't you ever wish you had a heart
like mine,
like ours,
so you could feel love, too?
But pain's there too,
when you're feeling blue,
there's emptiness in everything you do.
You
Fool
Simple twist,
the fickle fist
of fate
Fate,
how can you be so cold
to let us all grow old?
And though the truth be told,
so hard to hold
onto?
When all the love that longs to last
has come
to pass,
we hope that love will last.
We know we need to know,
we've got to let it go,
but will we see in time to save our soul?
You
Fool
Simple twist,
the fickle fist
of fate
Fate,
how can you be so blind
to feeling so unkind,
the way you blow my mind
all the time?
And so I live my life in pantomime
and try
to find
the rhythm and the rhyme.
The rhythm and the rhyme,
so elusive, so divine;
the fight to find the truth in our own time
You
Fool
Simple twist,
the fickle fist
of fate
Fate,
how can you be so sure,
to let us all endure?
We'll never find a cure
for your lure.
Without a thought to us,
your wanderlust
thrives,
imbibes,
and laughs while we cry.
Then that wonderful surprise
will steal across the sky,
but still it seems we're never satisfied
I wonder why?
Simple twist,
the fickle fist
of fat
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