| Yes – Shoot High Aim Low Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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i see a post-apocalyptic situation. the blue fields could be Nicaragua, but i see somewhere midwest USA. the blue sedan. a group of people escaping into the countryside. "...so fast this expedition..." they split out without much notice, on the run from disaster. "...so vast this heavy load..." carrying with themselves a last hope for humanity and for some kind of civilization as chaos consumes all behind and before them. "...with a touch of luck and a sense of need..." desperation. it reminds me of the first 100 or so pages of Stephen King's THE STAND, when it is all breaking down and people are running away from disintegrating society. "...seeing the guns and their faces..." theyve run in among other desperadoes. there's killing, maybe. tense situations. Octavia Butler's PARABLE OF THE SOWER comes to mind. "...exchanges in the currency of humans bought and sold..." the ravages of capitalist civilization have brought mankind to the edge of ruin and have transcended, finally, that edge. "...and the leaders seem to lose control..." economic and environmental collapse ensue. "...shall we lose ourselves for a reason..." their system pretends to be based on reason but the reality of a system based on infinite growth in a finite world must inevitable lead to ruin. "...shall we burn ourselves for the answer..." of course the paradoxes of this system will lead to war and ruin. nuclear war is hinted at here. "...have we found the place we're looking for..." is this where our way of life was bound to lead all along? is this why all is chaos and war? "...someone shouted open the door, look out!..." the rapidly changing, exploding situation these refugees find themselves in intrude on the narrator's ruminations. "...feeling of imagination..." one of my favorite pieces of the scene. in the chaotic breakdown of systems of control, possibilities open themselves. if one could escape the ensuing, enveloping chaos and find a place of refuge, other kinds of society become possible. the breakdown of the greater system will allow alternative methods of social organization to develop. "...the sun so hard on that endless highway..." escaping into emptiness. a hard road. "...we were all alone. we didnt need much more..." out in open country. maybe enough supplies and knowhow to make a go of it. "...the singers, who sing of love..." carrying this flame forward. this is what was best of humanity and with luck, the coming endtimes war will not wipe it out completely. "...in the blue sedan we never got much further..." ambiguous. did the expedition fail. were they killed, wiped out, by other refugees, by military roadblock, by post nuclear storm, by chaotic circumstances. or did they proceed on foot? it's doubtful anyone will survive the next world war, the ongoing world war of which stages we are already entered upon. there's a chance, but it's not good. |
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