It's Not Up To Me, My Darling

It's been one of those days. The details are unnecessary apart from the general nod and consensus that anyone can relate. The clouds are gathering for a weekend that promises rain, and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't glum myself. Which is why, when my dear friend Emily (MLE!) sent this song along to me (she performed it a couple of weeks ago at one of our Beatnik nights and it yanked at my heartstrings), the timing couldn't have been better. It's a lovely little confession, or maybe it's a plea...but either way, it's plaintive and yearning and it captures so many thoughts I have so succinctly. Whether your mood is walking on sunshine or eddying more in the realms of Stephin Merritt-style dolor, I trust you'll find this tune as poignant as I do. It's yet another showcase of her incredible talent, and I'm proud to share it with you.

Here are the lyrics, since they're a trifle hard to make out upon the first listen:

Please don’t hate me cause I’m leaving,
leaving you, my love.
It’s not up to me, my darling.
What’s the soul made of?


I must listen to my father
and my Lord above.
They both send me with good wishes.
They send me from my love.