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[amethysting.livejournal.com]

Temporary Resident
Imaginary Cities
Temporary Resident
2011

Because of that gift from Heaven/my reason for breathing right now (i.e. Magiska) I have been downloading new music non-stop and have mostly been listening to my iPod on shuffle.  I am caught up in another musical renaissance; where everything seems fresh and exciting and beautiful and hopeful and music is keeping me going more that it probably should.

In my humble opinion, I think this song is pretty well near perfect (if such a thing as perfect exists; I'm supposed to be like letting go of that concept).  The rhythm of it; there is something familiar about it, but not SO familiar that it seems tired.  It echoes that forward-chugging train that comes up in the chorus. 

To me, this song is relatively straightforward; good quality music.  And for some reason it makes me think of the nineties (though, many things make me think of the nineties, so that is perhaps not a defining characteristic of this song in particular).  I love the nasal quality of the lead singer's voice; I love the whispers of alt country that creep up every once and awhile throughout the song; I LOVE that in looking up the band's MySpace page before writing my post, I found out that they are from WINNIPEG (the fact that one of the songs on their album is called Manitoba Bossa Nova should have tipped me off, but alas) and that according to their website, they are touring with The Pixies (maybe that's where the nineties thing subconsciously crept in).

I struggled to settle on a song this week.  I flip-flopped between so many and ended up choosing none of them.  This song stuck out amongst the comforting background of music I have ensconced myself in lately.  That line, "finding that I'm right back on that train again," it, well, speaks to me.  Going back to familiar habits or patterns...it sounds like someone who is a little tired, but not entirely defeated.

ALSO, ALSO, dude, you are a TEMPORARY RESIDENT of Budapest.  You like that, hmm?  How it all ties in?  Thought you might.  Miss you vraimment beaucoup.

“Hanging at the station waiting for the final ride
time pass by and it’s getting harder to pretend
counting all the cracks in the pavement subdivide,
don’t ask why but I’m moving closer to the edge
and it’s so slow like the hours in my head
finding that I’m right back on that train again [...]

Try to make your mark try to keep from fading away
tell me lies how to live and what you recommend
seasons go slow like the years in my head
finding that I’m right back on that train again.”

Comments

[cabaretlights.livejournal.com]

A much-belated comment!!

I really like this song because it had to grow on me, but once it did it was such a frickin earworm (and I find those are the best kinds, the ones you have to work for!) -- I had it in my head all last night as I was trying to fall asleep!
I totally get the 90s vibe (ummmm and I love that they're touring with the Pixies; are they stopping in Montreal??), and I looooove her voice (nasal voices, man! Brian Molko converted me for life).

The lyrics are to die for, and I loved the "temporary resident" bit -- it's kind of a perfect symbol for a lot of things, I think, and Iiiiii am a fan. OH AND AND, forward-chugging train, YES. It really feels like something MOVING; I love kinetic music like this!!

The more I listen to this song the more I ♥ it. AND, I love and so appreciate that there are those songs that stick out even when you're being inundated with music -- little lifelines. I can't wait to download the album!

(&&, I know what you mean about music holding you together more than it perhaps should, but that's something to talk about: I don't see that as necessarily bad.)

AND!!! (jesus, that word should be stricken from my vocabulary) the concept of "perfect" -- another thing to talk about. Perfect things, for me, are no longer codified as 'universally good' [this goes with that codification of emotions thing I've been circling in my head for a bit, which I think I mentioned to you at one point?] -- I don't know if it makes a difference or if it completely changes the concept (I don't think so), but something 'perfect' needs to have at least a bit of something flawed; it's in the flaws that you're able to use that moment/experience/song/whatever to look for something MORE. If it's not inspiring or provoking it's not perfect, and if it's complete in and of itself, I don't think it can inspire/provoke. It's the incomplete that's truly beautiful, because there's so much more TO it.
OR I THINK SO ANYWAY. ♥

[cabaretlights.livejournal.com]

This song, over and over and over, tonight.



(thank you for it. j't'aime. ♥)