Life For Rent
The prominence of the breath in the vocals. Intimacy.
The arrangement speaks to this. Acoustic guitars, obligatory singer-songwriter shakers, spoken word singing, tender synth pads like pale sunlight reflecting through cotton curtains on the face of sleeping lover.
But of course there's a twist. It's the brutality of intimacy. the sad reality that in all serious romantic relationships we open ourselves up to reveal our darkest selves. all relationships become subsumed in the resentment of your partner never living up the promise they once were. and of course the rarely acknowledged agony of knowing that they only ever loved a pretence. that you're just as much of a failure, if not more so.
"it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking"
that pre-chorus is deadly, evoking every time a partner says something diabolically cruel and tries to temper it by dismissing it as merely a slip of the tongue or fleeting feeling.
"it's just a thought. only a thought"
the chorus portrays love as ultimately transactional and even more chillingly, her life itself.
but like lionel ritchie's 'easy' this song finds salvation in separation with the near buhddist line "nothing i have is truly mine".
the drums kick in after this revelation. she has a renewed determination. lyrically she reflects on dreams lost and now sees no reason to abandon them for the sake of a lover.
the separation-as-salvation is realised with the gospel claps of the second chorus and the choirs of the last.
cyclically we return to where we start. a capella. intimacy. and breath.