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Jon Norgaard
‘Give Me A Hope’
I´m looking, looking for the heart that I´ve broken
Couldn’t see it, just couldn’t see the love that you opened
Now I´m caught in between the present and past
Can I get to where I was?
Will you give me a chance will you try once again
Being just the two of us
Give me a hope, give me a sign girl
`Cause I´m loosing you in my world
I can´t go on, thinking about you, come on, give me, give me hope
Something happened, I didn’t think you had to worry
But you left me, and everything in such a hurry
I´m sorry about the way that I was, I just didn’t treat you right
Now I know how close you came to my heart
Baby, tell me where you´re hiding
I always seem to get it wrong
You don’t know what you got until it´s gone
Give me just a second chance, baby, please
Sometimes A Dream Comes True
Baby I have failed to understand
Why you didn’t leave me, for another man
Tell me why, you never said a word
Why you never questioned, the things you heard
Now you know, that it´s true, nothing happened that night
I just couldn’t imagine my life without you by my side
`Cause sometimes a dream comes true
That’s why I´m here with you, believe you can do it, look at me
Let the love lift us up, may our hearts never stop
Baby, sometimes dreams come true at night
Don’t let go, just listen to your heart
Hold on to the love that just may break apart
`Cause I´m right here by your side, what I did then, was right
I was always meant for you
As far as I understand, the emotional issue concerning Jon Noergaard and his ex girlfriend revolves around this critical event:
'Something happened, I didn’t think you had to worry'
The event in question was so traumatic that Jon most probably finds it too painful for himself and too cruel for his ex loved one to elaborate to his audience the
exact nature of that 'something (that) happened'... he knows, she knows, her girlfriends know, his drinking buddies know, local priest knows and beyond any doubt the NSA, the CIA, the MI6 and the Mossad do know too, so going through all that all over again, just for the sake of lyrics transparency, would be sheer emotional self mutilation.
And this is poetry that we are discussing, not accounting or medications labeling... transparent lyrics could blow away the gentle veil of mystery covering that boldly asserted 'something happened' accident and loose that momentum of collective 'acting-out' episode when audience projects it's own spectrum of infinitely diverse but almost without exception traumatic psychological experiences, otherwise repressed to sub consciousness.
By simple omission to clarify the 'something happened' accident, poet sends 'an open gate' signal to his juvenile admirerers, who let out their darkest fears and secrets to surface, safe in that surrounding of their equals and protected by compassionate hero on the stage who shares their pain and allows them to freely express that pain, what ever it's nature might be - for 'something happened' does indeed cover everything, from waking up in the basement with face and hair all glued up in a thick mass of glue that they had sniffed before loosing consciousness to the sexual harassment that usually follows the excessive glue sniffing if glue abusers do manage to remain fairly oriented in space and time, enough to locate and identify their similarly impaired objects of sexual prey.
'Baby I have failed to understand
Why you didn’t leave me for another man'
Admission that failure of ability to understand did take place, whether at some given moment or even throughout the entire duration of poet's relationship with his loved one, by no means represents clear sign of mature emotional intelligence and willingness of the poet to face his own cognitive disabilities. At some point during their relationship, poet obviously expects his partner to leave him for another man. The common assumption among the critics and researchers is that this expectation must have a causal link with 'something happened' accident. Since the contence of above mentioned accident remains a mystery, we are once again faced with wide interpretative possibilities of poets firm belief that his loved one was contemplating to abandon him for another man. If considered in relation to his understanding failure, one must suspect that poets inconsistent and poorly argumented statements, that are unfolded before us in an nonlinear temporal manner can be nothing else but a severe consequence of both extensive and intensive abuse of glue and/or other types of organic dissolvents. Poor self-esteem. that is common symptom of all addiction related psychological dysfunctions, caused poets deeply felt loss of his love one's trust even though she never clearly expressed her discontent with his glue problem. The poet's ability to articulate his expectation of being left, most probably, was far beyond his mental capabilities so his giving up on his loved one never appeared to have happened. He hasn't directly and explicitly told her anything about his intention to leave her because of his irrational, guilt driven assumption that it was she who would leave him to another man due to his passion for glue sniffing... but he was sending subliminal signals and as we all know, women take such signals much more seriously than verbal or written statements. So she left without any explanation.
'Now you know, that it´s true, nothing happened that night'
By my humble opinion and by opinion of good deal of respected scholars who engaged to solve the mystery of 'something happened' poem, as it is referred to in academicals circles, the poets attempts to win his loved one back took place after a long period of rehabilitation. It is common knowledge that toxic impact of psychoactive substances in glue (as well as one of all the other substances in glue) by far exceeds all the other neurologically damaging substances, unlike other addictive drugs like heroin, cocaine, ecstasy, amphetamine that all use already existing brain chemistry mechanisms and by their effect stimulate or inhibit mostly dopamine and serotonin pathways, glue achieves it's desired effect by destroying neurons and releasing large quantity of inner cell fluid rich with all kinds of neurotransmitters which start to block remaining, still functioning transport. Therefore, neural damage done by glue is like that of brain stroke, extensive, nonselective and irreversible. Even after rehabilitation period the poets mental abilities would never match those that he had before his misfortunate glue-adventure.
The verse quoted above, the one asserting that 'nothing happened that night', without even a hint what night might there be in question or what might be that nothing that happened that night or, let's but it bluntly, what was supposed to happen that night? Poet never gave appropriate answer.
Fortunately, unlike the poet we are intellectually capable of reconstructive or regressive method in deconstructive analysis in poetry.
At the beginning of this essay, 'something happened' accident appeared lacking of any material or substance that could be even hypothesized as it's actual description.
At the end, we again bump into an phrase very much alike. This time 'nothing happened', as poet repeatedly claims.
We are faced with a contradiction that seems to have left us in a logical dead end. But to penetrate the mind of a genius we sometimes must resort to very accurate reconstruction of mental state of the man in question.
I have therefore asked for volunteers booth among the faculty and the students. My attempt was the first empirically tested poetical analysis based on double blind placebo tests that are major demarcation experimental tool in pharmacology. My objective was to establish the frame of mind of a glue abuser, at least by a modest degree.
Half of the volunteers were given strong and fresh glue proven to be very psychoactive and another half was given placebo, in this case a toothpaste mixed with acetone and paint thinner. After 20 minutes of experiment an objective observer gave us a signal to stop inhaling the fumes. The placebo group was unable to communicate with the staff in charge of experiment control and data register because my choice of mixing toothpaste with acetone and paint thinner turned out to be misfortunate one for chemical reaction that followed mixing of those ingredients released very powerful nerve gas but here I must stop with further details about the placebo group due to a very strict military ban on all the informations which were classified as top secret. But that is not relevant to our research.
The group exposed to glue fumes did respond exactly as I predicted:
-one half claimed that SOMETHING HAPPENED on the sealing, to be more precise they maintained that there were other people living on the ceiling and that they plot to exterminate us by nightfall.
-other half strongly objected to that claim and they very energetically held that NOTHING HAPPENED on the sealing, that there were no people at all up there but that there is a virus... a single giant virus, one of size of the watermelon and that it is hiding among the clergy and that it was of utmost importance to find the University parson and have him sterilized, in a sense that not a single living cell of his should survive.
The situation after the experiment was pretty ugly but as soon as the army personnel arrived and used rubber bullets things have come back to normal.
The conclusion is very simple. The poet was heavily involved in glue abuse before he even met his loved one. And that is not the final conclusion. Since the loved one has no part of dialogue... to put it precisely, monologue by the poet, we may without any doubt hold it as a proven fact that the loved one was spending the entire time of this 'relationship' on the sealing of poets room and that she was and maybe still is, a very vivid hallucination of the poet.
There... the mystery is finally solved and excuse me but I have got to hunt down the parson before the virus starts spreading among toddlers.
Thank you for your time and patience!
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