Very occasionally, a song will stop you in your tracks. Something about the lyrics and music will transport you somewhere else, to a special place that is both strange and familiar, in an otherworldly kind of way. It barely makes sense but my favourite release this week is such a song.
At the core of the lyrics is the notion of lying to oneself. This is a duplicatus operation. To lie to oneself, implies some level of concealment. It implies that we as humans have different layers. We are like Russian dolls, getting smaller after each layer is shed. Our consciousness of such shedding, gives us a glimpse of our immortal yearning for permanence but our conscious acknowledgement of how fleeting our thoughts and actions are.
It is similar to the romantic relationship described in the song. There are sentiments of never letting go, along with the fear of never being a real person. The song and love is fleeting but at the same moment, seems like the self-sufficient reason for existing at all.
I could listen to this song, over and over again, in the hope that the dawn never arrives.
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