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THE REVIEW
I sip the last drop of beer and watch the final brownish sliver of sun disappear behind the buildings. Today, too, what had to happen must have happened. Like therapy, we changed our skin again; we destroyed, screwed, pumped, sang, smiled, twirled, and built our shiny and resilient armor that gives us courage. But everyone knows, it will last about 17 hours, then there will be nothingness again. And we will need it again. Perhaps down here the purpose is to find the other half of the apple, or to jump off a building and magically not hit the ground, who knows. Meanwhile, we need a little calm, that's all.
And so today, too, I administer my brown medicine, which is a bit like a daily satori. The meaning of this word is enlightenment. There are few songs that have this capability, just as often the compositions that form them are scant: Golden Brown simply lives off an evocative vocal phrasing and a harpsichord breathing in a waltz-like manner. I don't know if the satori achieved to write this song was the result of heroin, but Cornwell and company create in it themes as wonderful as they are delicate, like the faces of a crystal. Was the golden brown generated by aurally evocative psychological invocations, perhaps associated with phrases of magical and multiple sound? I wouldn't know. The evident thing is that this song doesn't have an understandable age, it could be 10 or 254 years old. And it doesn't really matter, to be honest.
This is one of the most beautiful songs of all time.
Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown
Golden brown, finest temptation
Through the ages she's the leader of the west
From afar
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown
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The review praises The Stranglers' song Golden Brown as a timeless masterpiece distinguished by its evocative vocals and harpsichord melody. The author describes the song as both delicate and powerful, creating a sense of daily enlightenment. Its age-defying quality makes it a perennial favorite with a distinct, magical ambiance. The song is regarded as one of the most beautiful of all time.Tracklist Lyrics
The Stranglers
The Stranglers are a British rock band formed in 1974 in Guildford. Fusing punk aggression with baroque keyboards and melodic craft, they emerged with late-’70s classics and evolved into sleek new wave, scoring enduring hits such as Golden Brown. The group remains active.10 Reviews
