Excerpt from an article about Fireflies, Litchfield County Times
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And mystery is a provocative undercurrent to the montage of thoughts, something fully understood by one song-writing poet of the era in music known as classic rock,
Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac. Her song “Fireflies” yields little to those who might scrutinize it for narrative clarity, and yet its lines are like a mnemonic direct current to powerful semi-abstract thoughts and feelings: “To be the last to leave, the last to be gone/Stolen from the ones who held onto it …. I would love to believe, I believe what you say/in the drama of the moment/Oh no, there is no easy way, no one ever leaves/Everyone stays close ’till the fire fades … .”
These flashes lighting up the languor of a hot summer’s night are sparks of bittersweet feeling for love lived and lost, or a visual snap of the synapses, firing a rush of ecstatic hope that fulfillment of some desire can alight, magically, from the depths of the darkest night. Whatever the science, the fireflies change everything.