Prelude
Bach Cello Suite No. 1 Lyrics
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I’m just gonna end up alone, cold, and crying
So I’ll stick to my pen, focus on my writing
And try to expose these feelings I’m hiding
I can lie and say that inside I’m dying
But I’ve been dead there’s no point in lying
My soul’s been lost, not sure how I’m surviving
And I’ve lost all hope that someone would revive me
Bach's Cello Suite No. 1's Prelude is a beautiful and haunting instrumental piece, but the lyrics added on top of it tell a different story. The lyrics are sung in Jamaican Patois, and tell the story of a woman who turns to prostitution in order to get what she wants, which is money, material possessions, and various luxuries. The lyrics describe the dangerous path she's chosen, as she sleeps with multiple men, catches diseases, and ultimately dies alone.
The first verse recounts the woman's sad and harrowing story, as she is led astray by a boyfriend's wealth and ends up catching a deadly disease. The chorus highlights her insatiable desire for more money and more material goods, as she continues to sell herself for profit. The second and third verses delve deeper into her level of desperation, as the woman begins to take drugs and engage in increasingly dangerous sexual practices to keep up with her financial needs. The final verse of the song brings it all back to the beginning, as the woman falls deeper down the rabbit hole and ends up sick and alone.
Overall, the lyrics to Bach's Cello Suite No. 1's Prelude paint a bleak picture of the dangers of chasing wealth and material possessions at all costs. While the instrumental piece is soothing and beautiful, it is used to underscore the sad reality of a woman who has lost her way in life. It is a powerful commentary on the desperation that can drive people to make dangerous choices and the ultimately tragic consequences that can result.
Line by Line Meaning
Seh she flirt wid her boyfriend bredren,
She is flirting with her boyfriend's friend,
Him have money and bling so she go to bed wid him
He has money and jewelry so she agrees to sleep with him
Catch disease now it started spreading
She has contracted a disease and it is spreading
She start to seek penicillin, she's dying
She is seeking penicillin because she is close to death
Mercy please her life she begging,
She is begging for mercy to save her life
When she hear to da morgue she heading
She is going to the morgue to die
Seh she broke out at di age of seven
She ran away from home at the age of seven
She dancing before she reach eleven
She started dancing before she turned eleven
One man can't satisfy her
She cannot be satisfied by one man
She needs more wood for da fire
She needs more money for her desires
Sex price getting higher, ah more money she require
She needs more money to fulfill her sexual desires
House, car, and land she desire
She desires a house, car, and land
So from di prostitution work she won't retire
She will continue to work as a prostitute
Flames and fire,
Her desires are burning
Sun is cool, burn di flesh seller and the buyer
The consequences will burn both the prostitute and her customers
Seh she want ah man to take her to da movies
She wants a man to take her to the movies
Then another set to buy her pearls and rubies
She wants another man to buy her expensive gifts
Seh she nuh care bout cuts and bruises,
She doesn't care about physical pain
Dats jus da way she chooses
That's just how she chooses to live
Seh she needs har man fi bring autumn summer winter spring cash,
She needs money from her man all year round
Carnival, splash and sting cash
She needs money for partying and luxuries
New hair style, nails and bling cash,
She needs money for beauty treatments and jewelry
She's doing business just bring cash
She is only interested in money
She buy har bleaching cream fi get well brown
She buys bleaching cream to lighten her skin
Plus har chicken pill so she well round,
She takes pills to have an attractive figure
Seh she ready fi try di L zone
She is willing to try new sexual experiences
Seh she sex wid pager and cell phone
She has sex with men she meets through technology
She nuh know di math, english, nor di spelling so fine
She doesn't know basic education
All she know morning or evening or selling time
All she knows is when to sell her body
See it now look what happen,
She sees the consequences of her choices
Soft like ah cotton, flesh start to rotten
Her body, once soft like cotton, is now decaying
Said the sex price getting higher, ah more money she require
As the price for sex increases, she needs more money
Flames and fire, burn da flesh seller and da buyer
The consequences will burn both the prostitute and her customers
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Written by: Isaac Rodriguez
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@joelrue11
If you really look at it, there's something incredibly beautiful about this piece of music in conjunction with the visuals of the white lines. The piece, beginning with a sort of disjointed dance between G and D, feels very composed and methodical. Moving toward a goal, an endgame, it feels ready and willing to meet any challenge. But then it begins to sway, to move, to shift and shake. It feels as if the piece has lost its way, in a meandering, piecemeal way; it isn't bad, just off on its own way. But then, finally, the piece climbs and climbs, bit by tiny bit, until we reach a sudden peak and we find ourselves back around at the start of it all.
Take all of that, and add to it the video and the lines. The lines, when near someone doing something (Ma playing the cello, the girl on ice, the kids in the alley, the ballerina, etc...), shake and move rapidly. But when they get away from someone, they effects of the people are muted, so that the lines flow smoothly on. And don't take that as me saying that there is effect; on the contrary, everyone always moves the lines the tiniest bit for us all, as process goes. When you frame it in that regard, then all of a sudden each person contributes in their own way and to their own effect. As if to say, "Look, we're all connected by this force, this energy, this effect, and we all have an immediate impact; but if you want to shake the lines around others, it's really going to take some effort, something spectacular."
And when you combine this meandering journey of beauty and mystery that finally circles back to its powerful and authoritative starting point with the notion that we are all connected and all exist on the same flowing force, but we only have small effects, think about it: Yo-Yo Ma is trying to paint a picture of what he says at the beginning:
Just some thoughts.
Brilliant piece of music, Mr. Ma absolutely nails it.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all, it's been a long year and I hope whoever reads this finds joy for themselves.
@johannbach3253
Well done. This is how my music was always intended to be played
@PJBJr
Johann Bach sprech Deutsch
@johannbach3253
@@PJBJr Ja ich spreche deutsch
@gsamsa
By being a commercialist sellout?
@nubmaster696
Bach, please bless ne
@solomisscannonminiononly4173
Notice me senpai
@Hugelag
Thank you for being the first result for "That one cello song."
@marshollygarden8693
EXACTLY what I googled too!
@randominded5683
The cello music that always plays in my head, and I can't google it 😂
@messianic.mt.pianist
Brilliant comment!! ~and delightfully true ☺️🤎🎻✨️