Headphonics
It's not the climb up the stairs or the dark in the hall that worries him, it's not the cold lonely nights as the winter draws tight around his shoulders and the air vapour trails icily around his throat. It's not that, he'd contend. It's heaven in a last breath, a slow descent into myself*, and the dawn of tomorrow. Which, when it comes, as it always does - there's something about the regularity, the brutal punctuality, of every tomorrow that laces it with latent menace, fascist intent - it will go a little something, like this.
i'm overjoyed and in descent, the second time this year
i'm on a plane at thirty thousand feet
the only way from here is down
and that's okay with me... because i'm ready for the...
fall
He sits on his wall in the sub-zero late Autumn sunshine, and recites deceptively empty lyrics in his head. They're not bland or without sentiment, rather they speak luscious, euphoric volumes about the emptiness of his plight. It's the emptiness of the subject matter that deceives, though, lulls others into a false sense of uncertainty. Because it's the chilling euphoria that forms the every ascending step on the stairway he takes. Like the radiation-green of distress flares above dense forests at midnight, they burn brightly in his heart like falling stars. Every last contradiction of beauty and desolation another blossoming bluebell in the dewy meadow his reverie takes him to. As the band play on.
well it was last october, on a tuesday night
she said you and me are over if you're getting high tonight
he went straight down the white line
he let a good thing down
wasn't driving her crazy, drove her right out of town
It makes a connection.
and there's a million miles to go
to where happiness lives...
Album review, Magnet, On Your Side.
*Lyric taken from Colder's The Slow Descent
i'm overjoyed and in descent, the second time this year
i'm on a plane at thirty thousand feet
the only way from here is down
and that's okay with me... because i'm ready for the...
fall
He sits on his wall in the sub-zero late Autumn sunshine, and recites deceptively empty lyrics in his head. They're not bland or without sentiment, rather they speak luscious, euphoric volumes about the emptiness of his plight. It's the emptiness of the subject matter that deceives, though, lulls others into a false sense of uncertainty. Because it's the chilling euphoria that forms the every ascending step on the stairway he takes. Like the radiation-green of distress flares above dense forests at midnight, they burn brightly in his heart like falling stars. Every last contradiction of beauty and desolation another blossoming bluebell in the dewy meadow his reverie takes him to. As the band play on.
well it was last october, on a tuesday night
she said you and me are over if you're getting high tonight
he went straight down the white line
he let a good thing down
wasn't driving her crazy, drove her right out of town
It makes a connection.
and there's a million miles to go
to where happiness lives...
Album review, Magnet, On Your Side.
*Lyric taken from Colder's The Slow Descent