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Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin

In Music on November 12, 2012 at 7:54 am

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven

The lady here represents our naive selves.  We get what we want all the time and in our naivety think that the glitter is the gold. But she does not know if the doors to the store are open but she is on her way there, nonetheless.  This alludes to a naive hope that she has.  She is buying herself a spiritual after-life, or so she seems to think.

 
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There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder

The sign on the wall, is difficult to comprehend.  We know they have multiple meanings and we need a guide to help us interpret it correctly.  This guide could be an authoritarian entity that gives us a singular meaning to the sign on the wall.  The songbird represents our own deep thoughts and when it sings, we like what it says.  And what it says is that this authoritarian guide could be plain wrong in his singular interpretation. But we are apprehensive of our own logic and interpretation of the sign on the wall. We are afraid we could be as wrong as our guide. But this is sufficient reason to question why the guide is so cocksure. It makes me wonder.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder

Looking to the west, appears to be for better prospects than the current quagmire you are in.  My spirit is crying to go west.  The rings of smoke that appear through the trees, is my soul trying to tell me something; send me smoke signals.  I pine to leave and breakaway from the clutches of the current condition I am in. Unlike those onlookers that appear to be standing motionless around me.  I wonder when I will break free.  I wonder.
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