"Paint It Black"
Written by Richards, Jagger
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
Songs of this heaviness stick with you forever, riding along in the backseat of your consciousness as you go about each and every day. Even the slightest reference to a line of this song or a series of notes that is vaguely reminiscent of the melody plucked out on the Hindustani-inspired sitar is enough to suddenly call forward the emotions that this song elicited the first time you heard it.
For me, the first time I heard it was in Rock Band. (Go ahead, laugh it up.)
Although the comical panic induced by Rock Band really distracts you from the music itself, something about the haunting melody of "Paint it Black" resonated with me. And when I found the lyrics, I discovered an even deeper layer of complexity.