Surely none other than Stevie Nicks could woo us with the most heavenly retrospective tune, her souls-a-wanderin yet guided and heart quenching vocals, prescribe to the listener a kiss of je ne say croix towards the past. A Gypsy takes nothing but the things she can carry. So for a Gypsy to return, for a Gypsy to detail, it must be something heavily desirable, something that fills up the soul, more than just the cup. To live a life of wild and free, yet long to go back to somewhere and feed off a certain feeling, to want that familiarity, it MUST be reaaal good.
I have so much admiration for her style. She embodies a woman of strong spiritual connectedness, and shows love, sings of things that we care of, and for, and with. With that eloquent touch of black magic.
What makes the Gypsy heart tick? Sharing nostalgia. Even if it’s just within yourself. And this song rings true of that - as if the former shell of a person in the moment she recalls is telling her now based on what she’s learned, just how it was. Like a shadow follows you around, or a mirror holds two sides, two tales, one dependant on the first. It marks the passing of time. And when a Gypsy heart ticks, it’s because she’s found someone, however breif or fleeting, that she can share that moment with, who understands - like only she can - the significance of that relief, to be in the past place, to return again, and to find this new feeling of regression, as a loving obsession, with the truth that the spirit guides you to believe. How beautiful her journey to bring this emotion to light. We need more like her in this life.
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