Inevitable

There is this inevitable urge to be inevitable. Others spend their lives creating, while against my deepest desire I fall on the reaction mode.

I am waiting again.

Uh Huh Her by PJ Harvey. A review.

The Life and Death of Mr. Badmouth - A slow descent to a sludge world, everything here is poison, lazy and sandy.

Shame - As if a shadow could be bruised by its own shame.

Who the Fuck? - Rebel cause layered by a simple wall of rough cement.

The Pocket Knife - Sweet folk, lack of safety on a knife thrown straightforward.

The Letter - Half punk, half ethereal, fuzzy as it should.

The Slow Drug - Comes the drone of a dream that is far from sleep. and it keeps going around searching for an exit.

No Child of Mine - A quick but strong statement in the form of a tiny song.

Cat on the Wall - Squeezed to a piece where the drowsy vocals get the whole song to a never ending conclusion.

You Come Through - Tribal background to a scream of desperation.

It's You - You are suffocation and salvation, both claustrophobic lament and beauty.

The End - More like an intermission, dividing the despair from the doubts coming next.

The Desperate Kingdom of Love - I wonder if this was written and whispered to me only.

Seagulls - Seagulls from the cliffs of Southern England. As simple as that.

The Darker Days of Me & Him - Haunting circle and a final descent to close and wrap all the lost pieces.

 

Far is not the word when you are never close enough.
 

Two songs - Their meanings.

On His Way

Isolation and loneliness. Probably desire to retreat from the world.

Despair and hopelessness. An emotional turmoil.

Journey and transition. Hanging memories and their disappearance. 

Conflict and resolution. Struggle between moving forward and remaining stuck.

Mushrooms

Emotional healing. Not even bread, a basic sustenance, could provide salvation.

Existential reflection. Contemplation of the universe and the search for a meaning.

Survival. Knives and mushrooms.

No title.

This is the truth about myself. I am waiting and waiting. I am totally aware that my happiness is closed somewhere and totally unreachable. So I wait. For what? I just wait.

03. Ghosts of Yesterday

Dark waves possess all my internal organs, they slide within my fluids. Those are the ghosts of an eternal past living in my place.

02. Unreachable

The deepest wound already too deep to heal, an aching soul and an all too obvious relief in front of my eyes. But totally unreachable.