And wide are your delusions,
Closed forever is the door to your room,
But inside there lives the sound.
You despise,
But I love...
You despise,
What I love...
You despise,
I love...
Mother, I was wrong.
I was wrong.
I am wrong.
(m. gira)
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2 comments:
Actually this is the lyrics to a song by Swans. It's about 15 minutes or so of a grinding, rolling, building musical machine. The vocals parts comes at the beginning and the very end.
To me it has great sadness amd resignation in it, like someone who's grown up in their bedroom dreaming of the world outside but never really being a part of it. Who thinks and talks big but lives very small.
Also that there is a fragile gentleness in a lonely life which gets shattered by the big outside world. It's hard to get something delicate like love unbroken when you go "out there."
i hadn't thought of those lyrics in that way (probably didn't think on them too much, actually) but the second paragraph in your analysis is particularly poignant.
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