I’ve seen a lot of posts praising the intertwined love stories of Hadestown - their songs, their themes, their acting, their emotional impact - and all of it is absolutely deserved. But can we take a moment to appreciate the weight of "If It's True"?
“If it’s true what they say, what’s the purpose of a man? Just to turn his eyes away?”
“If he turns his back on everyone that he could’ve stood beside?”
“If it’s true what they say, I’ll be on my way.
But who are they to say what the truth is anyway?
‘Cause the ones who tell the lies are the solemnest to swear.
And the ones who load the dice always say the toss is fair.
And the ones who deal the cards are the ones who take the tricks
With their hands over their hearts while we play the game they fix.”
“I believe in us together more than anyone alone.
I believe that with each other, we are stronger than we know.
I believe that we are stronger than they know!
I believe that we are many. I believe that they are few.
And it isn’t for the few to tell the many what is true.”
I was expecting star-crossed lover feelings. I knew there would be an archetypal tragedy that seems both preventable and inevitable. Those elements, I could brace myself for somewhat. But nothing prepared me in the slightest for the CLASS CONFLICT arc, and it gave me chills like Eurydice had in that storm.
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It's a weird feeling when you do the exact things that brought so much joy a year ago, and then feel zero joy at all from them. Or from anything, really. I'm trying real hard to feel happy doing anything I used to and everything's coming up blank
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