to believe in the power of songs
When I get to the bottom of it I sink
Seems like nothing I said
Ever meant anything
but a headline over my head
Thought I made a stand
Only made a scene
There's no feast for the underfed
All the unknown dying or dead
Keep showing up in my dreams
They stand at the end of my bed
Have I ever really helped anybody but myself?
Man, Emily Haines really says it sometimes. When I listen to Metric, at moments, I feel understood and not alone in my preoccupations. There's something ironically recursive about having that feeling about this song in particular, innit?