It Micht As Well Be Spring
Astrud Gilberto & Joao Gilberto feat. Stan Getz Lyrics
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I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
I'd say that I had spring fever,
I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever,
When it isn't even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words I have never never heard,
From a man I've yet to meet.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be, might as well be,
It might as well be spring.
The lyrics of "It Might As Well Be Spring" by Astrud Gilberto express the restlessness and longing for change that comes with being stuck in a rut. The singer reflects on how the things they used to enjoy no longer bring them pleasure, and how they yearn for new experiences and unknown possibilities. They feel unfulfilled and unsatisfied, despite others recognizing their worth and adoration.
The imagery used in the lyrics emphasizes the singer's sense of unease and desire for change. They describe feeling restless like a willow in a windstorm, jumpy like a puppet on a string, and starry-eyed but discontented like a nightingale without a song to sing. The feeling of spring fever is also present, but the singer knows that it isn't actually spring yet. They haven't seen any signs of spring like crocuses, rosebuds, robins or bluebirds, but they still feel a joyful melancholy that could be interpreted as spring-like.
Line by Line Meaning
The things I used to like, I don't like any more
I have lost interest in the things I once enjoyed
I want a lot of other things I've never had before
I yearn for new experiences and desires
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
I waste my time feeling sorry for myself
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
I put on a façade of confidence and praise, despite feeling insecure
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I feel unsettled and unable to stay still
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I am easily agitated and anxious
I'd say that I had spring fever, But I know it isn't spring.
I feel antsy and excited, but I am aware that it is not the season for it
I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented, Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
I am both infatuated and unhappy, like a bird with nothing to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever, When it isn't even spring?
I wonder why I feel this way when it is not the appropriate season
I keep wishing I were somewhere else, Walking down a strange new street, Hearing words I have never never heard, From a man I've yet to meet.
I fantasize about being in a new place, hearing new conversations and meeting new people
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I am preoccupied with my own thoughts and ideas, feeling both elated and dizzy
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
I have not seen any signs of spring, such as flowers or birds
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, That it might as well be spring, It might as well be, might as well be, It might as well be spring.
Despite the absence of springtime cues, I am in a joyful yet sorrowful state that feels like spring
Lyrics © IMAGEM MUSIC INC
Written by: OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN 2ND, RICHARD RODGERS
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