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Bee Gees – Someone Belonging To Someone

Introduction:

Someone Belonging To Someone, a poignant ballad by the legendary Bee Gees, was not released in the 1970s alongside some of their greatest disco hits like “Night Fever” or “Stayin’ Alive.” Instead, it came out in 1983 as part of the soundtrack for the film Saturday Night Fever’s sequel, Staying Alive. While the film itself didn’t quite capture the lightning-in-a-bottle success of its predecessor, Someone Belonging To Someone offered a beautiful and melancholic contrast to the high-energy dance tracks the Bee Gees were known for at that point in their career.

The song was written and produced by the Gibb brothers, the creative force behind the Bee Gees: Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, and Maurice Gibb. They were known for their collaborative songwriting style, and Someone Belonging To Someone is a prime example of their ability to craft a song that is both musically sophisticated and emotionally resonant.

The ballad departs from the disco sound that dominated the Bee Gees’ output in the late 70s and early 80s. Someone Belonging To Someone showcases a return to the group’s earlier roots in beautiful harmonies and heartfelt lyrics. While it doesn’t have the chart-topping success of some of their disco anthems, the song garnered a dedicated following for its raw portrayal of love, loss, and longing.

The absence of Robin Gibb’s and Maurice Gibb’s high vocals on the track has been noted by some music critics. However, Barry Gibb’s lead vocals take center stage, delivering a soulful performance that perfectly complements the song’s melancholic mood. The instrumentals are subtle, featuring piano and strings that provide a backdrop for the emotional weight of the lyrics.

Someone Belonging To Someone may not be the Bee Gees’ most famous song, but it stands as a testament to their versatility as musicians. The song’s enduring legacy lies in its ability to capture the universal human emotions of love and loss in a way that continues to resonate with listeners today.

Video:

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Lyrics:

I know how I feelLonely in the black of nightThere can be no love for me nowNobody listens when the words ain’t rightAnd you get into someone elseIt’s hard for me to knowWho’s lovin’ who

And where do I stand?What did I do it all for?There’s no one I could love moreI did it for your heart aloneAll that I try to be growin’ inside of meI can be strong if you’re there

And there is someone belonging to someoneAnd I got no one belonging to me, meI’m caught in a world where the face of an angelIs all that the fool can seeYou got the power to find me whenever I’m lost

Where are you? Who are we?

I believe that timeCan eat away a heart of stoneAnd baby, if I leave you too lateIt’s just a feather and the bird has flown

It’s colder when the fire diesHate all the trouble I’m in if I lose you now

Then what is my lifeIf I don’t wanna go throughAnything without youCouldn’t be a life at allI could be lyin’You are the only oneWe didn’t make it by chance

And there is someone belonging to someoneAnd I got no one belonging to me, meCaught in a world on the edge of tomorrowIs all that a fool can findI don’t belong in the arms of a love that is lostNowhere to cry

There must be something we can say, my loveSomething except goodbye

Then what is my lifeIf I don’t wanna go throughAnything without youCouldn’t be a life at allI could be lyin’You are the only oneWe didn’t make it by chance

And there is someone belonging to someoneAnd I got no one belonging to meAnd there is someone belonging to someoneAnd I got no one belonging to meAnd there is someone belonging to someoneAnd I got no one belonging to meAnd there is someone belonging to…

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