it's really spooky coming back to this song 16 years later, and feeling like it was written for the world we live in right now. a scary world filled with millions of masked men, coming for our women and children and men of all ages. "big shots" screaming hands in the sky, give it up, or you're gonna die.
it's really spooky coming back to this song 16 years later, and feeling like it was written for the world we live in right now. a scary world filled with millions of masked men, coming for our women and children and men of all ages. "big shots" screaming hands in the sky, give it up, or you're gonna die.
After reading the GQ article he did a while back, I came back to this song and it hit really hard. After all the experiences he had with his mother and his parents tumultuous relationship, this song really reads like a poem of that childhood era. Things had to change, for him and his older brother. Being reminded that you’re stuck there with nowhere left to run but to your own escapism somewhere far. Leaving home and realizing the reality of why that came to be the way it did; to leave something traumatic behind. I read it as...
After reading the GQ article he did a while back, I came back to this song and it hit really hard. After all the experiences he had with his mother and his parents tumultuous relationship, this song really reads like a poem of that childhood era. Things had to change, for him and his older brother. Being reminded that you’re stuck there with nowhere left to run but to your own escapism somewhere far. Leaving home and realizing the reality of why that came to be the way it did; to leave something traumatic behind. I read it as in a sense, you are always somewhere there because of some imaginary shackles those experiences have left on you. I was really attached to this song all of high school, never understanding why. Now I know our experiences mirrored each others in a bizarre way. Love u kev
Underrated d. Jr. song, great lyrics (that I really relate to ngl), killer guitar and just great vocals and vibe. Kind of a love letter to noise and power and metal.
Underrated d. Jr. song, great lyrics (that I really relate to ngl), killer guitar and just great vocals and vibe. Kind of a love letter to noise and power and metal.
I didn’t hear blob. I heard either “thought of a lot today” or “thought of the plot today”
I didn’t hear blob. I heard either “thought of a lot today” or “thought of the plot today”
I can't believe people would say that this is a happy song. This is probably the most depressing song I've ever heard. I don't know if it's explicitly about heroin as some people have stated, but the lyrics seem to imply that he feels worthless, and can only experience happniess through temporary escapes. And this is what he considers to be a 'perfect day', when he forgets who he is ('you made me forget myself / I thought I was someone else / someone good'). If that's not depressing, I don't know what is.
I can't believe people would say that this is a happy song. This is probably the most depressing song I've ever heard. I don't know if it's explicitly about heroin as some people have stated, but the lyrics seem to imply that he feels worthless, and can only experience happniess through temporary escapes. And this is what he considers to be a 'perfect day', when he forgets who he is ('you made me forget myself / I thought I was someone else / someone good'). If that's not depressing, I don't know what is.
I think it's about a holiday romance/affair.
I think it's about a holiday romance/affair.
The first verse is all about being on a plane flying somewhere (or back home?) The towns look like circuit boards as the night falls. The stadium's lights look like flares from the air. The warning signs in the air we breathe are fasten seatbelt and no smoking signs coming from the vents supplying recycled air. Beat the sun as long as they keep moving - the timezone changes as you fly. I guess a flight to Paris isn't really gonna do that, so it suggests long haul flight.
The first verse is all about being on a plane flying somewhere (or back home?) The towns look like circuit boards as the night falls. The stadium's lights look like flares from the air. The warning signs in the air we breathe are fasten seatbelt and no smoking signs coming from the vents supplying recycled air. Beat the sun as long as they keep moving - the timezone changes as you fly. I guess a flight to Paris isn't really gonna do that, so it suggests long haul flight.
They've got Polaroids...
They've got Polaroids and a necklace with sprinkled words on it from their holiday?
Then she gets into a cab to go her separate way and the rain unloads.
Maybe it's an affair. She's married but writes to him anyway. The promise being her wedding vows. She spends the evening unpacking books from boxes that he sends her? I can't make sense of that part really. Multiple boxes would be a lot of books. More like moving house. Or she lives abroad and was moving abroad to where they met. She's on the plane home with him to visit a loved one and the promise is just that she promised her friend/parents she'd visit, so it's time to call the end since she's only home for a week or so before heading back out.
After a failed 20 yr marriage (knew her for 3 weeks before she got pregnant), I met the love of my life. A gift from God. I finally found everything I was looking for, but she had baggage that I couldn’t get past. I also had some. I truly loved her. We got engaged. I was never happier. In the end she was in love with not who I am but who she wanted me to be. To become that I would have lost my identity. Maybe if I found the right words, I could have held on to...
After a failed 20 yr marriage (knew her for 3 weeks before she got pregnant), I met the love of my life. A gift from God. I finally found everything I was looking for, but she had baggage that I couldn’t get past. I also had some. I truly loved her. We got engaged. I was never happier. In the end she was in love with not who I am but who she wanted me to be. To become that I would have lost my identity. Maybe if I found the right words, I could have held on to her heart. She ceased contact. I will never be the same. All I have are the pictures of you Simone.