Playlist Sessions : Second Day ⁓ 'Cinder and Smoke' by Iron and Wine

There is something very uncanny about how the song begins and ends and everything in between - it's very hard to put in words what exactly that might be. Primarily, all I can say is that I have never heard a song so Freudian in my entire life. Not even kidding. As far as Sam Beam's poetry is concerned, it is but breathtakingly beautiful and this is not an exception. But there is a certain 'something else' that resonates with the other worldly yet so close vibes that the song literally radiates. 

What possibly is the matter of subjective analysis confronts the sensation of memory inside your memories, within your ideation of memory and how you genuinely perceive it. The narration particularly is more disturbing than anything else yet is attractive in essence to how disturbing things are often attractive. The song also calls for some kind of haunting deep inside - which although not specifically associated with fear is associated with travelling back or finding out something unwanted while somewhat covertly asking for the whole experience altogether.

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More than other things, the lyrics and the musical composition put up together is a psychological roller coaster that takes you through a remarkable experience. It's most definitively greater than "just a song". The pungent country flavour, solid and prominent musical notes is a blend of classic and contemporary that is very Iron and Wine like, so when you listen to it - you know you're listening to something that has evidently been composed by Sam Erwin Beam. The poetry is probably easy on the eyes despite being effortlessly complicated on the inside. 


If the entire song could be a picture, it would probably resemble a landscape - a road taking you nowhere in the dusk, in all the awfully wonderful yellow and somber shades of sienna and mustard and grey. It could be a childhood memory, it could be about bridges burnt, it could be about a lost travelogue or a specific space-time continuum erased from your memory with only traces of it left to torment you when left alone.