The performance started late, there was an oblique reference to one of the band members who had "forgotten" their instrument in the last city where they played.
Now she's on her own. In beauty and joy.
"And I'm sorry that you don't like your life
But I fought for my own victories
And for the beauty in my life
And my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you
No my joy, my joy takes nothing from you..."
That certainly resonated with me.
Who hasn't been there?
Such a relief to be well rid of anyone who finds satisfaction in stirring pots of old grievances that are kept simmering for *good* measure...
Though the BGT days of performing _The Littlest Bird_ are long gone, other bands do honour to that song.
Rock Paper Scissors finds the bittersweet joy and sorrow in its words.