The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

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In fifty years, all this will be declassified

My Name is

These pages contain only my personal interpretation of the song The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived. This is not official content and does not represent the views of the author or the song's publisher. Please approach the content of this site accordingly.

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From the opposite side of the world, he follows each and every one of her performances on the Eras Tour in the U.S., indirectly through fan footage. Before every concert, he tries to come up with something that might make her laugh and bring her joy...something connected to the city where she’s performing. He posts these messages on her Twitter, the official pages of those cities, and fan pages. He knows perfectly well that, among thousands of comments, there’s practically no chance they’ll ever reach her. All those messages were just a lost drop in an ocean of others. It was a kind of experiment... a sort of test of mine... will I manage it? Will I be able to make her happy...and will she even notice it? But above all, can I still come up with and write something kind and funny? Can I still feel love within myself and truly experience it?

In Atlanta, something extraordinary and unforgettable happened for me. I remembered my childhood and the fact that the 1996 Olympic Games were held in Atlanta. I compared Taylor to a winner stepping up to receive a gold medal to the sound of applause from the stands. As always before each show, I posted these comments everywhere possible on social media. And then something unexpected happened... the first standing ovation for Taylor. For a moment, I felt truly very happy. It seemed as if someone had actually read my comment and my dream had come true. A smiling Taylor and an enthusiastically applauding crowd.

I told myself that even if it was just a coincidence, I’m grateful to God above me for having mercy on me and arranging things in such a way that I could believe I had a hand in it. Of course, the real credit goes mainly to her amazing fans, who have had my respect and admiration ever since.

Of course, I have to add and emphasize that Taylor Swift deserved standing ovation because she is an amazing singer, and such a sweet, kind person. I had nothing to do with any of it. No doubt about that. It's just God playing games with me.

You hung me on your wall,
Stabbed me with your push pins

I posted this photo on my Twitter and wrote underneath:

„To me, you are not a Lady in Red, but a Lady in Orange." You dress in a color made of red and yellow — of love and a smile…"

You should know that the favorite color of the smallest man who ever lived is orange. The walls in his room are orange. His car is orange. When he looks at orange, he imagines a sunset, the smile of a beautiful woman… a touch of positive energy.

Chris de Burgh – Lady in Red

On this website, you will hear many more songs,
because music is something that holds an irreplaceable place in my heart.

Without it, I would be completely lost.

I happened to find this video on TikTok while creating this website (with AI). God sent it to me so I could put it here… I know it.

Although after repeated listening I think this song might be AI-generated… it is still a beautiful song.

And please, I don't know the author. I'm just grateful that he created this video. And he is definitely not the smallest man who ever lived.

Could someone give A message
to the smallest man who ever lived?

And how did the smallest man who ever lived feel when he first heard a song by Taylor? He doesn’t understand English very well, so he didn’t fully grasp the song the first time. But he liked the beginning… a gentle, heartfelt voice expressing deep emotions… then, however, it took a bit of a turn. He had to find out exactly what the song was about. It made him quite sad .... this was definitely not what he wanted. Truthfully, deep down he wanted the exact opposite ... a song full of love. Feelings of sadness and disappointment mixed with confusion, astonishment, and at times even anger. These negative emotions began to fill him. He felt terrible. He sits there, hunched and broken in his chair at work, feeling helpless and lost.

Suddenly, a song starts playing on the radio: “She’s Always a Woman” by Billy Joel. That song saves him that day ... as music has done many times in his life. And most likely will many more times. He came to terms with being, for Taylor, the smallest man who ever lived. He didn’t give in to negative feelings of anger and rage. He didn’t lash out or play her song over and over again. In his ears, in his soul, in his heart, there was only this one song:

Billy Joel – She’s Always a Woman

It's morning, it's raining, gray sky above me…
and I think it's time for a change…

Time to change the melody of the heart
of the smallest man who ever lived

Siedah Garrett — the songwriter of the song in person.

And you know what? Let the storm rage outside … never mind … I will dream as long as I live.

Lisa Stansfield – The Real Thing

Let The Music Play

Barry White – Let The Music Play (Original Long Version)

...I miss your speeches ... I miss your smile ... your playful sense of humor ... the kindness hidden in your voice... I simply miss everything beautiful you bring into this world.

🙂👍