Lyrics
The journal starts late: six weeks into the making of "Grief Point," first off as "May Day," a song in honor of May 1st and the workers. Can you still be against the strike that only strikes for more pay? By "you," in this instance, I mean "me."
The song "Grief Point" initially began as "May Day," dedicated to May 1st and workers, questioning one's stance on strikes for better pay, particularly from the songwriter's perspective.
There is a certain kind of person to whom things come with great facility. They say this is the noise that gets made as my life is lived. So be it. But don't feel the need to record it. For a second I thought that this meant that they were not interested in history. But that's... wrong. Wrong, wrong. A bad reading of the situation. The right reading is that I just don't understand it. At all
The songwriter reflects on a person for whom life comes easily and contemplates the misunderstanding of their disinterest in history, realizing it's their own lack of comprehension.
Grief Point — and "May Day," by extension — suffers from the same old shit. A potential, complete ignorance of ambience, real ambience, in that: Can you really construct it, every last bit of it, and just let the listener feel its effects? And is this the right treatment? Always the same question. In this case I would maybe say yes, just because it forces form onto the thing, "thing" as a bunch of words, two melodies, and the words sung in a handful of ways. Between J____ and D____, of course, the same old war rages: one into a tight and perfect digital palace, but super true to the genre; the other, wanting to draw on actual sounds, mix it up, humanize
The song, like its precursor "May Day," grapples with a potential disregard for real ambiance, questioning the ability to construct and convey it effectively. The conflict between digital perfection and a desire for authentic sounds is highlighted.
It's cool how for my part, this sleight of hand, the trick of making something confounding and great and potentially horrible, drawn up from air: all this is no longer of any interest. In fact, even seeing things in this light depresses me. And so I often come home at night depressed by what we have done, what we are doing. It's good. It means I've changed
The songwriter expresses disinterest in creating something confusing or potentially horrible, distancing themselves from the trickery involved, leading to a change in perspective and occasional feelings of depression about their creative output.
I have lost interest in music. It is horrible
A blunt statement is made about the songwriter losing interest in music, describing it as a horrible experience.
I should only make things I understand. I should only make things I know how to construct, however imperfect. It's not even like dictating to someone. It's less than that
The songwriter contemplates the idea of only creating things they fully understand and know how to construct, emphasizing a preference for familiarity over dictation or uncertainty.
"May Day" itself is pretty cool, I have to admit. It condemns the world at such an easy pace. I intend to tell T____ it is like a happy "Shooting Rockets," a disgusting description of anything, to be sure. I think the world does not like me grim. It likes me melancholic, but not miserable. English on the Mediterranean, which is oddly enough some of the worst people there is
The song "May Day" is acknowledged as cool, condemning the world at an easy pace. The songwriter contemplates the perception of being grim and prefers a melancholic state, contrasting it with being miserable.
At some point, when it is made, I will explain this record, word for word, swear to God. An ape with angel glands: when I know if it is good or bad, I will know what is good, and what is bad
A promise is made to explain the record "Grief Point" in detail, expressing a desire to comprehend what is good or bad in the creative process.
The answer to the making of "Grief Point" is picnic baskets, filled with blood
The answer to the making of "Grief Point" is metaphorically represented as picnic baskets filled with blood, suggesting a dark and unconventional creative process.
Too rich, nothing at stake
A brief statement emphasizes a lack of stakes, suggesting a situation of excess wealth or comfort.
If ______ had to write lyrics for his songs, they would be cumbersome, pale blocks, like his riffs, but pale. So instead he went out and found a wailer, too stupid to commit to a single thing
A comparison is drawn between songwriting styles, with a reference to someone whose lyrics and riffs are described as cumbersome and pale, opting for a wailer who lacks commitment.
I assume not lighting up at the sight of your mother as a sign of madness in an infant. Patina, no name for a baby. Your firstborn, before they threw you from the bridge
A hypothetical scenario is presented, considering not lighting up at the sight of one's mother as a sign of infant madness, referencing the name "Patina" and alluding to a tragic event.
Bagna wrestles his dogs to the floor. Such a beautiful scene for some. They write plays, don't perform them
A scene involving Bagna wrestling dogs is depicted, highlighting its beauty for some but noting the absence of performance despite writing plays.
The message from the critical reception of Dreams was quite clear: we will not be listening to you any further. Of course some tension is created. Cosmonaut in a bread line, et cetera
A reference is made to the critical reception of "Dreams," indicating a clear message of non-acceptance. The image of a cosmonaut in a bread line adds to the tension.
I watched a pig devour the classics just to get to you. The barge endlessly circling, your mind finds out. It is done
An intriguing image is painted of a pig devouring the classics to reach a destination, involving a circling barge and a mind's revelation, suggesting a completed process.
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