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[raincitygirl]

I've been listening to the Harry Connick, Jr. cover of Smile a lot recently. Written originally by Charlie Chaplin as an instrumental piece, lyrics written by some people less famous than Chaplin called Geoffrey Parsons and John Turner (presumably not the same John Turner who was briefly Prime Minister of Canada back when I was in preschool). And it's a great song, don't get me wrong, but when you think hard about it, the lyrics are a little...fucked-up.

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through
for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile what’s the use of crying
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you’ll just
Smile


But I love the song anyway, so I probably shouldn't put too much thought into it. Otherwise, I'll just end up giving myself a complex. And there are lots of hummable tunes out there with MUCH worse lyrics, after all!

So, what are people up to this fine Saturday evening?

Comments

[raincitygirl]

Excellent point, similar to what another commenter said, about how her parents' generation took comfort from Chaplin's attitude during WWII, in the wake of the Blitz. The song is actually from 1936, according to Google, so pre-war, but the general attitude of the thirties, in the wake of the Great Depression would not be that different from the general attitude during WWII.

I wasn't born until 1976, and come from a generation that's into psychotherapy and processing the trauma, rather than putting a brave face on it and toughing it out. ENTIRELY different attitude!

I actually don't know very much about Chaplin's life. I was vaguely aware that he had grown up in poverty in England, but very little beyond that. Can you recommend any good biography, by any chance?

[twistedchick]

The common psychotherapeutic language that has crept into English did not exist before the mid-late 1980s. It just wasn't a part of common concepts. If you take all of that out, you may have a closer view of the way things were. There were other tactics besides 'toughing it out' -- and I think that song is not about being tough at all, but allowing yourself to feel happiness even when things around you are not good, which is a different though allied thing. It's like the Buddhist story of the poor guy who is chased over a cliff by a tiger -- high cliff, big tiger, and he's holding onto a root or branch and in front of him is a strawberry plant, with ripe berries so he eats one and says, "Mmmmm, how delicious!"

I wish I had a good biography of Chaplin -- I know I read one a few years ago -- if I find it again I'll mention it in my journal.