I feel the need to plea Shadows and Tall Trees's case one last time.
I think maybe the reason I like this song so much is because I can identify with what he was feeling. I can picture him, 17 years old, walking alone through the streets at night, not wanting to go back to his house which is no longer a home.
Someday when I get a better video camera, I want to actually film a sort of video to go with it. I can picture black and white shots of a lonesome youth walking the street at night (in a hoodie, SYCMIOYO style), paired with point-of-view shots of everything he sees, be it sweeping shots of tree branches sillhouetted against the sky, IRA graffiti (Walls of white protest), Mrs. Brown's laundry hanging on the line, or a glance through a living room window at a happy family (Life through a window, discoloured pane), and then when the song reaches that great crescendo (Do you feel in meeeeeeee... anything redeeming, any worthwhile feeling?) the youth stops in his tracks, all alone and peers straight up into the dark sky, into the face of his maker, with that heartwrenching plea, before setting off again as the song returns the the chorus. The shouty outtro is punctuated by quick shots of trees, etc.
I thought it was a good idea, anyway.
