We go over every single sound, every single beat
A single word: myself (at 1:33) shivers with realisation of mistakes made and responsibility taken. A story sung into two syllables:
It’s rare for a song to travel, untranslated, across continents, races and centuries, and to find itself widely cherished and beautifully sung in its new home. It’s extra surprising when long distance success is powered by one tiny word: go. In two different disguises.
I’d like you to try an experiment. An experiment with go.
The first line of Moon River gives crystal clear guidance to singers. Any river that’s “wider than a mile” must flow smoothly and sedately. The words are soft ripples raised by an evening breeze, moving gently on the spacious, lilting waltz time. No jagged rocks or rapids disrupt Moon River’s course: