i am growing increasingly tired of this bro’d out America.
[ready, able] courtesy grizzly bear
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[popplagið], courtesy sigur ros.
i feel this song falls in between the cracks of the cd, but i believe it warrants more attention than before.
it’s a fair kind of ambient soundtrack to a convoluted mind, and when rain or the city runs in the background, i believe it truly comes alive.
but god i like it.
comfort food.
theology is a sponge that soaks up nearly all capability for people to recognize the maddening reality that there lies so many things beyond the realm of the supernatural that neither brilliance nor stupidity nor any wit of the tongue can rightly justify in any representation.
it’s completely maddening, because our brains are quite fond of the physicality of things. as much as we understand and appreciate the amorphous and abstract, anything beyond our own comprehension and ability to render quickly becomes a frightening event. take the pure, uninhibited frustration that is writer’s bloc; our realization that there are many things that can’t be truthfully represented beyond any kind of superficial realm. for us, that feeling is nearly painful.
i don’t know, though. a large part of me finds that madness a haven. it’s almost some natural buffer zone that protects these raw perfect emotions from ever being bastardized by my own tongue. there’s some tremendous beauty in that. understanding our naivety when it comes to the concerns of our ability to percieve, understand, and portray, i believe, breathes reality into so many niches of life. awkward silences become a little more curious and telling of intermingled relationships than they were before, and pictures live out the terrible cliche of the amount of words they hold. a song might be better understood through a chord or some odd imperfection rather than the lyrics the artist labored over.
to me, this sounds a little more freeing than anything. i like the idea that i don’t know jack when it comes to the ideas of this world. i damn well love chasing those ideas and my ability to percieve them, because though we may never fully grasp them, we might be able to pull on one of their threads now and then.
and that, that is the most fucking amazing feeling ever.
hooray! video contains not only your daily servings of childhood innocence but also that of your lyrical metaphors!
