Sometimes, in a surprising way, you start to understand the meaning of songs that have long been sung for you. Only during their life did their meaning somehow slip away from you. Because of a lack of life experience. Or maybe because you perceived the song as a complex sound rather than a conceptual project, which many old songs actually are. For example, in “I Went to Piccadilly,” there are words, “When you loved me, I did everything wrong.” At first, it seems—silly! But then you understand what the author really meant. And how precisely it was said.
I did everything wrong.
And then I understood how it should have been done. But every time, we do everything wrong. Because we either do it “naturally” or the way we should have done it last time. In the second case, we always make mistakes because “that way” should always be different each time… And in the first case, we make mistakes until we meet our person, for whom our “natural” will be “right”… However, it is possible to analyze the situation and do everything “right” for this particular person. But it will still be a lie; it will contain so little of ourselves… It will only be hypocrisy in the desire to “get.”