When we hear some new music first we took a melody, and then think about the text, which had previously been actually just plain white paper.
Then there occurred a great love, one is left alone and should not have, so it is called after one million years, and hi or her off course, is no more there.
Or someone falls in love so hard that secular life and love is not enough to replace it, there is no real word or a real kiss, and all leads in to the great catastrophe. Actually we are never sure whether the artists are lying or telling the truth.
This story is also not the best example of the truth or falsehood, but this one goes like how I write, so I' let the reader judge for yourself.
There once was a fat man who had a heart of a lamb, view like a sea wolf, and courage of an knight. He was lonely and searching for the love of his life, he searched her for days and nights and ate more. He ate fatty, salty, spicy and did not care. He found solace in his loneliness abundant and unhealthy food. He walked slowly because he had an easy walk, but his heart is crying continuously and inconsolably. He had everything, good job, a good car, loan, a weekend house and quite a lot of money, but she was nowhere around. When he almost gave up he decided to buy a slightly larger ship and sail through the seas. He lifted a mortgage on a house and bought a boat. He sailed and sailed, but she was nowhere around.
The man was crying inconsolably. One night at sea appeared a shadow in the form of young, beautiful woman, a man wannted to approache her, and than he jumped overboard and drowned.
What's the point?
The point is that you can be fat, you can search for the love of your life all the time, you can buy on credit or credit cards, rise mortgages, eat what and how much you want to, drowning in a sea of reality and fantasy, but one thing that is both repugnant and so foul and so revered and necessary at the same time, is money.
Simply, you can not say no to him.