Are you some sort of aparition that stalks lovers? This was me and my first girlfriend's song. We would spend most our time at a beach very similar to the one in the video, we would run around and chase each other. She took a video that started off scarily similar to this little clip. I'm almost certain we listened to this song on that same day. I wish I could feel something about it, but it's been too long. Right now I'm just shocked. Unless you happen to be her. In that case, hope things are going well for you. I worry about you sometimes, I wish you would tell me more about your life, but I know I'm not good at talking about that and you probably have someone who's better at that than I am. And I'm sorry for anytime I was being super stubborn and prideful. Cheers, Gn
Yah everyone’s like “DEATH” and I’m like ok but what if.. you and your friend decided to leave a school dance early and it’s starts raining and you are all out having fun and this song comes on you all continue to walk and dance around while laughing at some inside joke and you and your crush who is in the group brush against each other and make eye contact you start blushing and smiling as you all walk towards the front of the school to be picked up.
Pov: practicing social distancing by staying at home alone, looking out the window to the empty city streets in the rain, watching a couple share an umbrella with masks on as they walk down the street
TheRealMPS i went to one concert and used the bathroom ONCE and i had swedish fish icee.. bruh concerts are so fun tbh... i wanna go to another one one day
POV: You’re at your grandmother’s house watching an heirloom that has been passed down generations of your family, an old record player. All of a sudden, this song starts playing in the other room. You aren’t fazed, considering that your grandmother would always play this melody. Plus, you were too mesmerised by the rain trickling down the window. Gaining focus, you notice that your phone has been ringing for a while now. You pick it up and it was your mother. Tears roll down your cheeks as she explained that your grandmother died. You were home alone
this is like you’re at your best friends wedding that you’re secretly in love with and you go into the hall during their first dance because you can’t watch it anymore
imagine that our children will somehow fall in love with our 2020 quarantine and wish to be in self isolation. imagine if they will romanticise it. like wth
pov: you want someone you can love forever and dance with in the rain. so you're listening to this try and simulate that feeling. but you cant. theres no way to feel it if you dont have it. you're numb to love. no, you're numb to not being loved.
You know the feeling when you’ve wasted your time? That’s exactly how I’m feeling right now. Having a crush is the most draining and fufilling feeling one can have, but seeing it all go down the drain? Utterly heart wrenching. Months and months worth of idle chatter at the office. Getting closer and closer ‘till we were finally placed on a project together. The side glances we shared as our arms brushed against each other in the subway as we headed to the office. The teasing about who was ‘the master of wastepaper basket dunking’, you don’t know how many times we’d make a show of throwing crumpled up papers into the trash just so the other would have to call the winner ‘my liege’. Well it seems ‘my liege’ thought all the flirting was nothing to me. Which is completely false, that flirting raised my spirits on days where the clock couldn’t possibly tick any slower. I can still feel the exact moment of my heart fluttering when they invited me to the bar on Valentines day. Of course a bar was a bit of a surprise but the one they picked wasn’t anywhere dingy, instead it was sensible and charming, just like them. Yet here I am, outside, my only company being the cigarette that’s pathetically dying out while I try to take a drag in the rain. I lift my head staring up to the swirling clouds which seem almost appropriately saddened by my image, raining down on me to atleast hide the welling tears in my eyes. Was I just a joke? Someone not even worth a quick text of “Sorry I can’t make it tonight.” Or “I changed my mind, I don’t want to see you.” I gave them benefit of the doubt. 15 minutes, 30, 45, 60, two hours turned to three as couples past me up the steps to the bar as if I was as invisible as tears in the rain. Instead of a wonderful date I listened to the soft muffled tunes played throughout the night, love songs, which only make my heart ache more. Eventually I am worn out, soaked by the rain and unable to cry anymore. It was time to head home. Slumber would be just as intoxicating as the alcohol we would of shared.
POV: You emerge from the bunker, the sky is an orange haze, the buildings around you are nothing but rubble. Off in the distance you hear a song playing that reminds you of something. You call your partner up and you dance. “So what if this is the end?” You think to yourself. It starts to rain and you prop up your umbrella, you deserve to be happy right now. The song fades and something drops next to you. You got to dance one last time. Treasure that moment.
As you go to leave to explore you hear Hey seems like you like the song you turn around it’s you’re mom you start crying and go to hug her she says shhh don’t worry your fine you go ahead and laugh in relief as you let go she starts fading away and you can hear very briefly her saying “I love you”
POV: You are walking down an abandoned road in a post apocalyptic wasteland and are the only person left alive. As buildings crumble and the rain begins you slowly walk through the terrifying sight of everything you loved, gone. As you walk you listen to this song on your mom’s Walkman from when she was your age, the only thing left of her.
This sounds literally like my situation, my friends bday is tomorrow and everyone is invited except me, tomorrow it s going to be foggy and it will rain a lot... and im also missing my gf crazy so... :,)
pov: you’re calmly cleaning up your house after murdering your abusive partner. you look out the window and smile. it’s raining. you always loved the rain; it washes away everything. pain. memories. blood.
It’s could either be a serial killer preparing his knives, someone being slaughtered in slow motion, a murderer cleaning his crime, or a physco dancing with your dead body. Or it could just be some random couple in the 50’s dancing prom.
Pov: you're sitting in the rain as the song plays inside of you're schools gym, you're date set you up, but someone put an umbrella above you as they stand in the rain
i’m getting hella horror movie vibes i imagine this song playing as two lovers are hiding, dead silent, in a room as a murderer’s footsteps are heard in a nearby room
POV: you’re listening to this calming video and look at the terrifyingly creepy and offsetting murder comments and povs and make a POV comment about this POV
i first listened to this 3 years ago and fell in love with your account, it’s now 2023 and so much has changed but i like to come back to this video to feel what i felt 3 years ago, how the world was before covid and all the emotions this song makes me feel. please never delete these 💓
Its 18th October,rainy and cloudy Friday night...And the daughter”nancy” is wearing a white spotted dress and dancing in front of the mirror,she just lay down in her bed,good dream about her Italian crush...”nancy..it’s dinner”her dad shouted from the kitchen ,and she just freaked out and jumped off “set down darling,the pasta got cold”her mom said pasta!,she smiled,remembered her crush,and then looked at the window...its the Italian boy,josh,standing out holding a red rose,he got wit because of the rain...she opened the door... “Its October 18th night..the moon is full...i was thinking about you,nancy,darling,can you make my dream come true?”he said and gave her the rose -i’ll be with you josh,if you let me to put my head on your shoulders,if you really love me. -i love you Nancy She hold his hand..looked at his beautiful brown eyes...the sky thundered and they walked away under the rain... End of the story
@@jake-bg1qp "Put Your Head on My Shoulder" is a song written by Canadian singer-songwriter Paul Anka. Anka's version was recorded in August 1958 and released as a single by ABC in 1959
This sounds like a song that would play in an action movie where there is an explosion going on behind someone and they are walking away in slow motion with a gun in their hand
Pov: you're at your friend's party, in the kitchen where the doors are locked, and the window is open. You take fresh breath and then you close your eyes and imagine you with someone you love dancing together to this song
This video always give me such a bittersweet feeling. I remember listening to it on a train early on a snowy morning on the way to NYC in 2019, what a vibeeee.
pov: You're sitting in your room having a breakdown because you worry that no one will remember you when you die, but you look out of your window to see two young lovers dancing in the rain and moonlight, this song playing from their car; this is the moment you realize that maybe it's not what others remember that counts, but what you remember when you're old
POV: you’re a maid for a very rich man in the early 80’s, and as you are mopping his white living room floor the radio starts playing this song. you have no idea where the man is, but he is probably on a date with some other beautiful woman. the rain is pouring down outside as you start to dance with the mop, imagining it to be the man you are working for because in secret, you are in love with him.
POV: You’re sitting in your backyard, looking at the beautiful view of trees..and the rain pouring on them, you start humming to the song which is playing from the inside of your home.. memories start flooding back of your special someone, you smile knowing that you’ll see them once again... soon. You slowly look down once the song finishes playing to see the lifeless body of the girl/boy who tried to get in between you and your special someone, “Well.. that’s one off the list.. I’ll make sure no one ruins this for us.. baby.”
You’re at a wedding in the 50s the boy/girl you’re in love with it marrying someone else and you were invited now you’re in the bathroom crying listening to it
pov: you’re at a school dance. your friends have left you to dance with someone. you step outside for a breath of fresh air. suddenly your crush comes bursting out saying they were looking for you. the two of you end up slow dancing in the rain. maybe this dance wasn’t so bad.
POV: this starts playing at the school dance. You’re shy and don’t want to dance in the crowd so your best friend suggests the two of you escape to the hallway and dance alone.
This made me so happy yet so sad cause I'll never be as excited as I used to be about such things again and it kills me that all those years just left and are leaving and I'm not doing anything about it
pov: your five and your sad that it’s raining and you can’t play outside so your dad puts this on down stairs and you do the dad dance thing where you stand on his toes
POV: Your father has left your family after years of trouble, one night your mother is crying about the whole ordeal, she misses the man she used to love. You go in and hug her, calm her down. You go over to the record player and turn on her favourite song. You stand her up and dance with her until she stops crying. It starts to rain, the windows open but neither of you care. You’re dancing and thats all that matters, you’re happy. And so is she.
You suddenly hear a knock on the door but who could it be it’s very late outside as you open the door you see a man standing there he says surprise you recognize that voice from somewhere it’s you’re dad you’re in shock you start taking a step back as he steps forward he looks devastated he turns to you’re mom and rushes towards her he stops in his tracks falls to his knees and he lets out a sob and says I’m sorry he falls to the floor as blood comes out he had been stabbed and came back to see us one last time you and mom rush him to the hospital thankfully he survives a week later you go back home and you go to bed tired of the long drive
Pov: It’s 1969. You’re in your home with your boyfriend. He takes out a Paul Anka vinyl and places it on the record player. Your boyfriend leaves the room and comes up to you, grabbing your hands in his. You let out a small laugh as you both begin slow dancing around the kitchen and living room, the storm raging on outside.
Then, the record player cuts out, but you can still hear the song, gradually coming closer and closer and closer. Sound quality getting clearer, and clearer and clearer. It sounds as if it’s in the room. You turn round and-
pov: you're a grandma in the 50's on the porch in your rocking chair, rocking in the rainy mood at night, knitting a poncho for your daughter while she and her husband who came back from military dance inside to this song
pov: you've always hated parties, but your brother constantly throws them, one night while you were studying and doing your homework locked in your room, your brother threw a party downstairs, you hate this song, then you take a look and see everyone and their loved ones, your eyes water, going back into your room back to studying knowing that the person that you like was dancing with someone else
@@user-vo9xe4yw7i it's like an aesthetic depressed moment, in which its kinda like in a state of calmness but with sad/depressing thoughts...sometimes. It makes more sense if you've experienced it.
pov: you’re crying and walking in the rain because you got dumped and see a old couple dancing to this in their living room, and you realize what true love really looks like.
scenario: it's 2019... you're 70 ... it's late, dark, only a lamppost and the stars are outside with you. you're sitting outside, it's raining. song playing in the distance, remembering all the times you and your significant other had. remembering your family and all the great times you had. smiling, a tear starts running down your face, your significant other comes outside with you, still the song playing in the background. they sit next to you, admiring the times you had together, "remember the good old times?.." glazing at one-another & holding hands, "wouldn't trade it for the world."
POV: Your with your two best friends, at one of their houses. You ask your best friend out because you've been in love with them since you were little kids. They reject you.. you go to the bathroom and start crying quietly while a storm begins. "They chose him/her over me, after all the years I've spent with them. I've known them longer than my other 'best friend.'" You hear this song start to play while you hear the footsteps of your best friends dancing with each other. You hear them exchange the words, "I love you, forever." Aftermath: You stay in the bathroom, crying the whole night, you grab all your things and leave before they wake up. Ever since this day, they start becoming more distant from you, as they have started a relationship with each other. You cry, every night about it. You never see them again. Until, 10 years later. You see them with their kids. Happy. You smile at them, then remember the night where you lost your best friend and your love as your smile starts fading away. Their youngest kid asks, "Who is that mom and dad?" They both answer with "No one." Tears, rolling down your face and you start running away, your alone. For the rest of your life.
comments i see talking about how they see this in a murder scene: 0 comments i see talking about seeing a comment about seeing this in a murder scene: 500
Four years ago I used to listen to this when I had no hope for the future, daydreaming about having the perfect life I never thought I’d get to live. Four years later I’m listening to it now after coming home from a day at my dream job and doing all the things I love as hobbies on the side
pov: you’re lying down with the love of your life running their fingers through your hair while it’s raining outside and you’re playing this on vinyl, both of your hearts filled to the brim with love for each other 🍃
pov: you’re currently in a hospital, visiting the love of your life, as they are slowly dying. you have grown so much together, loving and caring for one another, you still have unconditional love for them. you’re now old. you play this song one last time before they pass away, as it’s the first song that played in a diner on your first date with them. they rest there head in your shoulder, singing with you, until they flatline.
This was posted years ago, but I have distinct memories of being on a beach just like this, although I've never been on one like this. I have dreams like this annually at least and something about it feels extraordinary. This was a song recommendation I gave to my grandpa before he died, right around when this was posted. I later realised it was his favorite song. Miss you Grandpa G, i'll never forget you, you made me.
POV: you're sitting in the rain outside a diner after being stood up. You don't know where to go, or who to call... you seem to enjoy being alone in this downpour, and you ignore your surroundings...
After hearing this I fell in love with someone I haven’t met yet Edit: So, I fell for someone. Well, even more than I already did. It’s not love yet and it’s someone I’ve liked for a long time and they like me too. I finally found someone and I’m so happy
Scenario: Its 9pm and you're riding your bike home after a long day of hanging out with your friends. It starts raining and you ride pass the Elderly Neighbor's house. You see them slow dancing in the mirror and they could'nt be happier. 😌
