listening to Nirvana's "Something in the Way"
and i am -now- just realizing how ******* good this song is.
i mean, the mood cuts right to the bone:
*underneath the bridge
tarp has sprung a leak
and the animals I've trapped
have all become my pets
and I'm living off of grass
and the drippings from the ceiiiilinggg
it's ok to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feeeeeelingsssssss
something in the way
mmmmmmmm
something in the way (yeah)
mmmmmmmhmmm*
it's jus kurt on the geetar alone till the chorus, doing a simple chord,
and, thing is, he isn't so much singing as he is speaking in loose meter;
and it's almost as if between the words he is saying,
".. well how the **** could song survive this thing i am talking about
yuhknow? i am giving you my guts."
you finally get some lilt and rhyme that might be considered song
toward the end of the verse, but this is immediately undercut with,
of all things,
given what preceded it,
a joke ---- it's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings
holyfuckingshitdoesthiscapturetheabsurdityofthings
and i don't mean a joke as in hahafunny but rather
what. else. can. i. do. but laugh, else i'll cry; and I can't cry anymore 'cause
i'm all outta tears. why??
because this abyss
called "existence" - that history, heh, tells us is imbued
with rational purpose or intent, or whatever -
bats its pretty little eyes at me like a big fuckyou..
i think
kurt is, suggesting, here:
laugh back.
it's like Camus' Sisyphus:
i
dare
you
to roll that same rock called "life" up the same hill everyday all day
and summon (somehow) a smile,
------ or at least a s m i R k
and watch as beauty bolts through your dead fecund heart
removing that
thing
in your way
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
listening to Nirvana's "Something in the Way"
and i am -now- just realizing how ******* good this song is.
i mean, the mood cuts right to the bone:
*underneath the bridge
tarp has sprung a leak
and the animals I've trapped
have all become my pets
and I'm living off of grass
and the drippings from the ceiiiilinggg
it's ok to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feeeeeelingsssssss
something in the way
mmmmmmmm
something in the way (yeah)
mmmmmmmhmmm*
it's jus kurt on the geetar alone till the chorus, doing a simple chord,
and, thing is, he isn't so much singing as he is speaking in loose meter;
and it's almost as if between the words he is saying,
".. well how the **** could song survive this thing i am talking about
yuhknow? i am giving you my guts."
you finally get some lilt and rhyme that might be considered song
toward the end of the verse, but this is immediately undercut with,
of all things,
given what preceded it,
a joke ---- it's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings
holyfuckingshitdoesthiscapturetheabsurdityofthings
and i don't mean a joke as in hahafunny but rather
what. else. can. i. do. but laugh, else i'll cry; and I can't cry anymore 'cause
i'm all outta tears. why??
because this abyss
called "existence" - that history, heh, tells us is imbued
with rational purpose or intent, or whatever -
bats its pretty little eyes at me like a big fuckyou..
i think
kurt is, suggesting, here:
laugh back.
it's like Camus' Sisyphus:
i
dare
you
to roll that same rock called "life" up the same hill everyday all day
and summon (somehow) a smile,
------ or at least a s m i R k
and watch as beauty bolts through your dead fecund heart
removing that
thing
in your way
dm micklow
