For a long time, a line in Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah could bring me to tears. After a while, that time mostly passed. A few relationships later, I was listening to the song again and found that a different line was too hard to take. That time, too, has passed. Now I enjoy the song in an “I love the blues, they hurt so nice” Miles Davis kind of way, but not in such a startling, difficult manner. At least most of the time.
I won’t bias you with my experience, by telling you which lines they were, as I imagine many of us can find something here. It can’t just be me that is/was easily haunted by this song. Can it?
Then again, maybe I am particularly affected by words and language… The secret meanings we attribute to words - or at least that I attribute to words – interests me.