![]() ![]() The idea has always been to dump anything I remotely like to this list then make themed playlists. My All The Stuff playlist on Spotify has swollen to over 111 hours of music (111 hours and 1 mins to be precise). What the what? Right now I’m sipping on wine and about to dish up one of the finest chillis to ever grace the planet. With the knife on the floor (with the knife on the floor)Īnd we just had to believe (we just had to believe)įorced hands and you and I and we do it rightĪnyway, I’m sure the joke isn’t for everyone and some will see it as crass, tasteless, or exploitative, but I for one, love the shit out of the song and reject any negative analysis of it. ![]() I couldn’t find the lyrics anywhere, so decided to attempt to transcribe.Īnd we just have to believe (we just have to believe) The Artist also has a song titled “A Synthwave Song About Suicide”, so it’s a topic that has some meaning for the artist, but really in this age, who hasn’t considered ending it all. It’s more like an acknowledgement of those feelings and saying, well what can I do with this? And thus the song was born. I don’t think it’s meant to be making fun of suicide, or at least, not in a belittling way. I certainly do, and even just listening to it has help hose down suicidal thoughts. I think CBT therapists would approve of dealing with such thoughts by creating a work like this. Sure, it’s about a couple of people carrying out a suicide pact, but the synthwave sound and tongue in cheek sampling and lyrics invert the subject into an absurd caricature of the situation, mocking the way society views suicide – it’s a coping mechanism. It’s everything that’s good about synthwave. It’s an absurd, camp, and entirely over the top staring into the eye of the subject. It doesn’t matter how suicidal I feel – completely, somewhat or not at all. Glass Apple Bonzai’s song, “Suicide, You, and I” has been a frequent play for me. It was a beautiful and horrible kind of day I have no real memory of years later except that this song was its soundtrack. Of course, being something of a melancholic chap, it went on to infect my whole day. Just another social-psychological imprint on the neural pathways. Accidentally make babies if you absolutely have to/can’t not.Īnd the need for that “SOMETHING” wasn’t god, or love, or anything so easy to define and brush aside as mere trappings of a weak intellect hobbled by conventional norms. This is not to say this hadn’t occurred to me previously, or been accepted (what self-reflecting millennial doesn’t have an intimate relationship with the void?), just that the morning is usually polluted with an unconsciously animated façade of normal animal existence – wake up, find food, do the things to make sure you can do that again. Tears in eyes as they finally opened to the total absence of resolution to the void “inherent in human existence”. It infested my dreams with an incredible feeling of bereft need for SOMETHING. I remember waking up one morning as this song playing from my phone – just one song in a playlist generated by Spotify’s algorithms.
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