Unintended

Remember when looking for some not-so-sloppy songs for St Valentine's Day, I had first opted for "Endlessly" by Muse to finally fall back on "True Love Waits" by Radiohead. I have absolutely no regrets whatsoever about my choice then, but I wonder how I could possibly have dismissed this wonderful love song. Its lyrics hold such a special meaning for me and, as so often, it all suddently started replaying in my head unexpectedly (but with good reason). It's interesting to note it was released in 1999 on Showbiz, Muse's debut album, at a time when the threesome was not big enough yet to use its status to openly throw to the world some hidden truths many still (wrongly) view as “conspiracy theories” (a phrase invented by the CIA during the cold war to discredit those who would make such claims). Actually, Matt Bellamy's interest in the said theories and his mistrust of the media started when he was only four with the obscure circumstances surrounding the murder of his uncle by the IRA in Belfast (he's half Irish). An important detail I just found in his biography which, in addition to many “expanded insights” I'm experiencing these days, challenges the countless doubts I shared with you regarding Bellamy's sincerity. It appears now I was certainly biased but to make and admit one's mistakes is also part of the journey called evolution.

Ey@el

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended,
You could be the one I'll always love.
You could be the one who listens to
My deepest inquisitions.
You could be the one I'll always love.

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces
Of the life I had before.

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance.
She could never be as good as you.

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended,
You should be the one I'll always love.

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces
of the life I had before.

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces
of the life I had before...

Before you.

Original text by MATT BELLAMY
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