It so happened that one rainy day when I went out in the neighbourhood and was on my way back, it began raining very heavily...so heavily that it drenched my clothes and my skin and perforated my ribs and clasped all the organs inside for a while before saying goodbye. And I accidentally ended up listening to this. I later realised the song hadn't left, it clung to my wet clothes like the last bits of rain on the planet and when I changed to dry ones instead, it still reminded of the essence of wet soil and just how the world looks different,tender once it has rained after long.
First things first, the lyrics to the song is liquidated poetry taking the shape of an incandescent source of light. It might be a lost place, a memory, a verdict passed, someone's face or just an urge to return to something you cannot clearly make sense of. Whatever 'it' is, it is breathtakingly beautiful and sad. And somehow, given the circumstances I was subject to while listening to this, drenched in rainwater, crazily in love with the verses, almost stupefied and physically numb - I have shared more than six months of prolonged, irreversible kind of pain with the song itself.
There is a very subversive, epigamic kind of attraction that you might possibly feel while listening to this. It's volatile, but essentially and rudimentarily sad and in its consistency almost rooted in brutal sorrow that vents out your incapable attempts to recurringly address the secrets behind motion. Out of all the songs included in the playlist session until now, this is a distinguished expression of genius and I would very much like to know someday, what made Justin Vernon write something like this - because as evident as it is, you can't at all afford to write something this crazy without going through some kind of emotive discourse that
primarily is paralysing and unbearably painful.
This song, should probably get to the winter playlist, it definitely has a concealed wintery tone to it. Other than that, the poetry is universally appealing, easy on the eyes yet so sullen, so deep. Even the composition is uniquely beautiful. Whoever used to experience chills down their spine back in childhood while reading Wordsworth's 'Lucy' poems would probably wake up to this in the course of vivid dreams again and again.
First things first, the lyrics to the song is liquidated poetry taking the shape of an incandescent source of light. It might be a lost place, a memory, a verdict passed, someone's face or just an urge to return to something you cannot clearly make sense of. Whatever 'it' is, it is breathtakingly beautiful and sad. And somehow, given the circumstances I was subject to while listening to this, drenched in rainwater, crazily in love with the verses, almost stupefied and physically numb - I have shared more than six months of prolonged, irreversible kind of pain with the song itself.
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There is a very subversive, epigamic kind of attraction that you might possibly feel while listening to this. It's volatile, but essentially and rudimentarily sad and in its consistency almost rooted in brutal sorrow that vents out your incapable attempts to recurringly address the secrets behind motion. Out of all the songs included in the playlist session until now, this is a distinguished expression of genius and I would very much like to know someday, what made Justin Vernon write something like this - because as evident as it is, you can't at all afford to write something this crazy without going through some kind of emotive discourse that
primarily is paralysing and unbearably painful.
This song, should probably get to the winter playlist, it definitely has a concealed wintery tone to it. Other than that, the poetry is universally appealing, easy on the eyes yet so sullen, so deep. Even the composition is uniquely beautiful. Whoever used to experience chills down their spine back in childhood while reading Wordsworth's 'Lucy' poems would probably wake up to this in the course of vivid dreams again and again.
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