I use a guitar to write a love song for you

Lorna 2022-09-23 03:53:47

1. New Orleans, a witch-like city, is full of lies and fantasies.

They live in seclusion in a corner of the city because of a painful past.

This is indeed a suitable place for healing. There is an entrance to the sea not far away, green onion cages, a small tavern where you can go for a few drinks on weekends, and old faces that are familiar with peace. All kinds of sofas that seem to be abandoned are randomly placed on the grass under the trees, and you can wear pajamas and slippers. I was sitting on the dilapidated sofa holding the guitar and playing and singing. When it rained in winter, it was so cold that the paint of the old house had come off. Bobby, a professor who is full of poems and books, has become a poor, depressed, humiliated, decadent, alcoholic, lame, and desperate old man. Lawson, taking care of Bobby's life, is a student who hopes to write a biography for him but is not determined to write. In this dilapidated old house, the two accompany the unbearable past, and spend the years with no future together.

2. The person who wrote the song had broken his soul, but the person who sang was lonelier than the fireworks.

Rowling never appeared in the camera. This woman who has been singing all her life but passed away due to drug overdose, we can only have her rebellious daughter Puslin put on her beautiful costumes. Bobby always misses her and those who can’t forget her singing. Imagine her short but radiant life in time. She loves Bobby deeply, but she knows that she never got it. At that time, Bobby was married with a happy wife and children. She gave birth to children alone, and then sent her three-year-old daughter back to her mother to raise her, choosing to end her life with singing. When Bobby and Lawson surrendered to her, they only accepted it willingly and joyfully.

She left the old house to Bobby and Lawson, and arranged for Puslin to live in. After the intense collision and struggle, the truth of everything is slowly revealed. This is the understanding and forgiveness that she has hidden the love and longing of her life for a long time. This is really a woman full of wisdom.

3. Because of missing me, I kept making memories, making memories that actually didn't exist for her.

I never knew my father existed, my mother never told me that I missed myself, couldn’t get favored, a childhood without memory, a teenager who grew up alone, this kind of journey is indeed bitter and difficult, so it is inevitable to be perverse, rebellious, struggling, and confused. . Puslin and Bobby got along with endless accusations and quarrels at the beginning, so similar and so unfamiliar, the blood connection and the separation in life make the confrontation full of tension. Fortunately, the innocence in my heart is like a spring, which has never been exhausted. When Puslin knew all the truth later, she cried and said to Bobby that I actually don’t have any memory of my mother, but because I missed it too much, I created many memories for myself. In the memories, they became real, as if they were real. Have existed. You have to tell me all about my past, you have to tell me that they really existed, and you have to tell me all about her. For Bobby and Puslin, this is a renewed embrace of hope in life.

This is true in many cases. When the love is no longer there, and the thoughts are so empty and empty, if it is not for the person next to you to tell it word by word, every word, even if you walk along the way and sing the song you sang. , Wear the clothes you wore, sit in the seat you have sat, drink the wine you have drunk, dance the dance steps you skip, we still feel that the sadness in our hearts is endless, and those who are so closely connected with your life Oh, but you can smile and recall everything you have.

4. We all have secrets in our hearts, and are wandering around in this world. When you sang this love song to me, I found my way home.

How many people do we meet each day, and separate again. On the subway, on the bus, on the road, in a coffee shop, in a bookstore, in a shopping mall... I always believe that everyone has stories in their bodies and secrets in their hearts. Under those seemingly calm and ordinary faces, if we can penetrate and listen, we will be surprised or slightly silent. I never doubt that there is always a person with two hands, which can make you embrace the stability of this world when you are embraced, and make you touch the softest and warmest string in your heart when you are being embraced.

If there is always some sadness and hardship that the world cannot avoid, I still believe that there will always be some good things at the same time. Even if they are too thin to withstand the test of time and life, if they can follow the path, they may feel a little calm in their hearts because of this meager hope. We each conceal our pain and forget the past. We are lonely and desperate in our hearts, but in fact, we have never stopped longing and searching.

As Bobby chanted in Elliott's poem: We should never stop searching. At the end of our search, we are back to the starting point, and everything is just like the first sight.

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Recommended reading: McCles’ novel The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter). Recommended music: [my heart was a lonely hunter].

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  • Alexzander 2022-05-31 17:16:39

    Were an epitaph be my story I'd have a short one ready for myown I would've written of me on my stone I had a lover's quarrel with the world

  • Eddie 2022-05-31 17:44:25

    Scarlett is really good... Please don’t read the Chinese subtitles... or you can’t understand all kinds of things.

A Love Song for Bobby Long quotes

  • Lawson Pines: Get up old man. I hear we gotta take you to the doctor and get that of your pecker.

    Bobby Long: What do you care? You'd slice it up anyway.

    Lawson Pines: Doesn't mean I want my book getting the clap.

  • Lawson Pines: It was our home that night. All of ours. We both knew we should tell her the truth, but every day felt like the wrong day. And Christmas is as good a day as any to believe in fairy tales. That night reminded Bobby and me of a time in our lives we'd both chosen to forget until she'd arrived. It felt good to remember, if just for a little while.