It seems sap is sweet on hands,
but in trees its subject to an even higher power,
and no matter how you feel
it will tend to, tending to keep you alive.
And the rest A simple time stretching of one earth & common fabric,
And the rest of fragile blood run cellular engine and something or other...
Is there no sort of luck involved
in one not being born an ant or elephant-
or is this just, pure and unadulterated math,
water willed, and egg improvised,
until hatched by knife light then...
Mother named, after her extremely painful experience,
allowing the vast maze of birth and mistake,
to take its toll on all that practical destiny
and then child-sized specificity.
Lain there, inherent in the once one cell’d organism.
A consummate pin-hole poked in the plot behind planet earth and such-
A pin-hole poked is enough to sink an entire universe of tiny ships.
Freeing all that perfect principal lain inherent,
in a step by step schematic of the human dive.
And when planets align, all you can do is dive.
And, when planets align… all you can do is dive.
And when…
And this is the soft spear of the human condition,
but you, yourself are not.
You, Yourself, are not.
You are more
the pulled on skull of something that was never really all that young.
You are more...
One wung
and consumed by your most gross of concerns.
Can you remain in love-
When consumed by your most gross of concerns…
Can you remain in love from deep space,
with no fish bowl on and a busted communicator,
or have you everything planned?
Is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope,
that you would use to tug your weightless mass along on,
till you found a planet that you felt might be just right for you?
Or is it possible the view of earth at such a distance
would have played you for the fool as well.
It may have played you, fool.
Hour Hero, Yes had known you there'd be days like this,
and they… They come with the rain on (of course).
A good gallon of reverb cut loose on your personal truth,
dark-eared on the edge of your sleeping slab.
Having been bent born & went phantom day’d,
hope stole on in the equal parts miracle of
bringing yourself to and from sleep,
in calendrical waltz...
all to feel aimed,
at last, your heartjaw kissed against the coming dawn...
And you DOVE!
Let go at last.
Hour Hero, Yes is done dove,
safe through several more hypothetical "seconds before death,"
unto the never similar wilds of his ground teeth powered and B-movie dreams.
but in trees its subject to an even higher power,
and no matter how you feel
it will tend to, tending to keep you alive.
And the rest of fragile blood run cellular engine and something or other...
in one not being born an ant or elephant-
or is this just, pure and unadulterated math,
water willed, and egg improvised,
until hatched by knife light then...
allowing the vast maze of birth and mistake,
to take its toll on all that practical destiny
and then child-sized specificity.
Lain there, inherent in the once one cell’d organism.
A pin-hole poked is enough to sink an entire universe of tiny ships.
Freeing all that perfect principal lain inherent,
in a step by step schematic of the human dive.
And when planets align, all you can do is dive.
And when…
but you, yourself are not.
You, Yourself, are not.
You are more
the pulled on skull of something that was never really all that young.
You are more...
and consumed by your most gross of concerns.
Can you remain in love-
When consumed by your most gross of concerns…
with no fish bowl on and a busted communicator,
or have you everything planned?
Is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope,
that you would use to tug your weightless mass along on,
till you found a planet that you felt might be just right for you?
would have played you for the fool as well.
It may have played you, fool.
and they… They come with the rain on (of course).
A good gallon of reverb cut loose on your personal truth,
dark-eared on the edge of your sleeping slab.
Having been bent born & went phantom day’d,
hope stole on in the equal parts miracle of
bringing yourself to and from sleep,
in calendrical waltz...
all to feel aimed,
at last, your heartjaw kissed against the coming dawn...
Hour Hero, Yes is done dove,
safe through several more hypothetical "seconds before death,"
unto the never similar wilds of his ground teeth powered and B-movie dreams.
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I took it as the journey of life. At the beginning of the song our "hero" is born and at the end he becomes eclipsed by the light.
This song is basically Doseone deconstructing his entire life in order to understand himself as a neurodivergent and queer man. And in the third part the entire motto of the album is explained:
"Can you remain in love when consumed by your most gross of concerns?" Even when you are at your lowest, you must give and feel love everyday.
[Edit: it was too long and i was drunk when i wrote all that, this is a resumè.]
The part where the beat boxing hits is incredible.
Though a little less final than other opinions given, I believe The Ends is really just an Ends to both Hour Hero, Yes's dependence on his high class life, his own selfish mind and perhaps his cloudy self image? The mention of a mother before the eclipse of The Hero gives an impression of the vitality that a mother takes in general life. Throughout the album, Hour Hero, Yes always maintains a standard of selfishness and vanity. The fact that a mother named NOW, during The Ends implies that there is a point now where The Hero realizes that he is not so great as to give birth to himself alone. That he himself was once a one-celled-organism. "At the foot of the bright light blocking and locked hundredth door of luck." Another 'door' he has been found before (reference to Nomanisisland), only this is “the door of your choice”. It seems strange to me that the rest of the song is about him trying to get inside of this door, (with a wishbone, of all instruments!) and the moment he does, he takes on the only form we've seen him; perhaps finally- FINALLY, our hero sees himself as he has been all along.
Ps: The last half is a different song from the Yell and Ice album, in case you did what I did and turned up your song as loud as possible so you could try to make out the words in the music. It's just music.
It's totally about the middleclass hero. The way I interpret it is from the start of someone who is the little guy being a hero for the little guy, eventually "dies" or fails in his efforts. If you notice, the final "music" aside from the final four minutes of weirdness is actually the end of Middleclass Kill.
Basically the middleclass hero steps up to the plate and eventually is 'stomped and killed' by the corporate overlords.
Fucking GREAT song.