ALL THE ROWBOATS.... Regina Spektor

I just don't know when I was this addicted to a song... I have kept this song on my phones repeat and repeat list. From getting up in the morning putting the head phones in my ears and going got the loo to playing it while traveling to office to putting it on while working to sharing to every person i know with a decent taste of music and again sleeping with this song not only in my ears but in my heart.

The song may be released in 2011 the so called modern era of pop, rap and R & B, but it represents Neoclassicism. When Aristotle said tragedy is the only true form of Literature he was right. It’s like Regina studied a lot of Dante, Shakespeare, Wilde, and Coleridge before writing this piece.

  

The album's name is 'what we saw form the cheap seats', well I don't think they were cheap but surely were intelligent. In this song Regina brings a meaning alive of the clichéd framed picture that everyone in this world owns or have tried their hands on imitating that frame- the frames of row boats in the sea lonely and quite waiting for someone to set them free.

Regina has painted a picture that of row boats that want to row away but are struck. Its equal to the shackles that society has built for us and like the boats in gold frames the society has also glorified those shackles and given them the name of life or societal norms. And enforced these norms on us n the way that we think a thousand time to even think to try break them, like the row boats keep trying but can’t get their way so do we.

Then she talks about sculptures that are present in a glorified form in front of us to touch to feel and to be in awe of their perfection. She tells how violins are the instrument of the classy and its music is one of a kind. So to save it they shut it in glass coffins and they want to come out but they can’t as they are too precious and like this they cough till the want of their freedom dies within them. We as humans are the same. We work and we work hard to achieve being the best in the world that we leave friends, family and life behind. But when we achieve something we are put in boxes by people who we were trying to leave behind. They put us in frames try to seek perfection in us and to satisfy their hunger we turn to what we are not. We cough on the unrealistic expectations on us and finally we die in the hole created by us for our survival. How the people who are famous are the ones who are the loneliest. We become famous to gather praise and friends but the ironic part is when we get fame we lose trust and hence lose any close human relationship.

In the end all these lively things with a purpose end with explanatory sentences on their tombstones in the museums, that say how great they are but they themselves know that they never lived to their potential as they never fought back to break those shackles.

Enjoy the song as I have:  :)