Sweetest Kill

Alright, here it is, our singer once became involved with someone beneath their ''league,'' if you well, of less intelligence, or lower stature, possibly even the same being as themselves, but having made all the ''wrong'' decisions. Someone that they, at first, they thought was just another '''sweet'' little ''kill,'' as we all have in our lives, we're made of flesh. But once they got in there, got close to this ''kill,'' got to truly know them as we do with anyone we are intimate with, they fell in love...unexpectedly,unforseen, improbable, even. How could someone that seemed once seemed so simple, such an easy mark, be so complex, effect me so much, and all the while rmain so stagnat in this impossible, ridiculous realm in which you toil? tour singer feels like a father/mother figure to this person that they have tapped into. This person has broken them free of the harsh, real world that they live in, and introduced them to a whole new world. This new world holds the same reality, the same torment, the same beauty, but somehow, if only because it is different, this other world has awoken our singer, and even further intrigued them in this person, this new love, and the world they live in. As they once had it all figured out, and aimed for kills behind the sights of a rifle that had the authority and power to pull the trigger on it's prey, in a world they had so mapped out, they find themselves intertwined in a completely new reality with this person they have fallen for. So there's our context, now on to the meaning. Like i've said, ''it though you were the sweetest kill, did I even know?'' Preconceived notions out the window, this ''lesser'' person has surprised you, spun your head around, introduced you to a new world. In fact, although you love one another to a point of break, neither of you understand where the other comes from or the interworkings of the worl you each live in. You both pretend for one anothr, you play the game, ''was it just for show?'' but the world our singer has been introduced to is not that of society, ur singer lives in society, but has fallen for someone in another realm, someone who refuses to recognize society as the way to live (almost to a point of insanity). ''If they tried to pull you out, would you even go?'' Our singer is baffeled. He does not understand someone so obderate, so stubborn, yet beautifully stuck in his/her world that he/she will not leave it for anything. The singer knows that they have already lost the battle, lost this soul, they were too far gone when they met them, but they have hope for the light and the genius in this person. They want to help their new love through this tough world. ''I held your hand into the light.'' ''They can try to put you down, tear you out, get you through your will that won't work.'' ''I'll break you though this worl.'' the singer wants this love to put his/her hand in theirs and come to the next level of existence. They seemed a ''sweet kill'' at first because they lived in another place, a place of dreams, of non-function, a dying breed if you will, but our singer has now been introduced to the beauty of this realm, and is in love with that, and in love with this stubborn, yet gentle and beautiful, childlike figure that has introduced them to it ( still, he knows it is not real, it is no way to live, to create, to make a difference on this rock we call earth) This struggle, this push and pull between worlds, with love as the middle ground, this is their whole relationship. This is quickly realized by both of them, and as much as they try to push through their differences in the name of love, they are broken from the start. One longs to protect the other from the harsh realities of this cruel world, and the other refuses to acknowldge this world as ''real'' and lives happily, and unmovably as an underling. Still, they press out, out of faith in eachother. ''Long time, we get by, tryna figure out our lives.'' we understood our lives perfectly before we met, both of is. In fact, I picked you off as an easy mark for myself, a ''sweet kill,'' I I thought I had a handle on it all. And maybe they both did, but their differences, and their love and respect for eachother have thrown that all in flux. The only thing they have in common is thei new confusion with where they stand and what they are meant to do in this life. So they sit, they have sweeping, romantic, maybe even epic discussions about where their lives are going. But in reality, they simple love to hear eachother speak, and they cannon answer eachother's questions, they come from different worlds. And to tell the truth, each of them knows their own answers, but they keep themselves in limbo with this love, becaue to answer the question, would undeniably mean separation. as they love eachother more deeply than either has ever know (or at least the most differently, in a most rejuvinating way), they cannot end it, so they take it further. Both of them already know that it is over, it I'll not work out, but their love is so strong, they push it to the next level. They try and make it more intense than it already is, in hopes that this intensity will consumate them, bring one to the other's side, but this hope is actually not a hope at all. They have reached a point of confusion in love and brokeness that has become desparation. ''When we took the level ten, was it just a twelve?'' Are we shooting for something unattainable, even when we take our relationship to the most highest level it will ever exist on? ''and when we went to where we've been, was it just for self?'' How long have we known this was over, but just wanted to play out our dream? It could be so sweet, if you would put your hand in mine, but we both know, that it will never be. I love you...

this song makes me think of growing up. the whole time you're growing up you think you know, you think you've got yourself figured out, you spend all your time "getting by trying to figure out your lives" and all that time you're under the pressure of looking cool or making things significant, trying to be deep, trying to make everything meaningful, but when it comes right down to it- it's just for show, it's just for self, but there's no way you could've known that at the time. the lyrics make me think of a young couple, thinking they were perfect for each other, and now he's wondering, now that they're getting older, and fading out, if there's any merit left in that at all- "i thought you were the sweetest kill, did we even know?" i thought i knew you were the best, but did i really know anything at all? i dunno, that's just what it makes me think of.

i think it's "idea of the lack" instead of "idea of the luck"

There's a version on youtube with Kevin playing drums where the lyrics make more sense. It seems like for this recording he was just vaguely remembering those lyrics- most of the time a couple of the words are the same but the others just make the phrases nonsensical. Pretty awesome.

I first heard this song on my iPod Shuffle when I was coming back from a vacation to South Carolina. I was going through a rough breakup with a girl back home that I had been dating for two years. We were no longer dating, but trying to work things out and this vacation to visit my brother for a week was supposed to be my chance to get away from everything and clear my head and my girlfriend strongly encouraged this. I got off of my flight from South Carolina to Detroit for a layover and grabbed some food. I immediately tried getting a hold of my woman when I got off the flight, as I was extremely homesick by this point and missing her even more. This same day, an acquaintance I had gone to high school with was on a one week leave from his Army station in Hawaii. He was having a welcome back party, and his sister was one of my ex's good friends. I guess she ended up attending this party/barbecue while I was en route back home and after two hours of ignored phone calls, I caught wind that she had taken an extreme interest in this guy. I was devastated and heartbroken and wanted to break down right there in the airport. I sucked it up and tried playing it calm for the next few hours of my trip and began the walk to the terminal for my flight that was about to board. I put my earphones in and put my iPod on shuffle. While walking on a moving walkway just before the terminal, this song came on. I had listened to some of BSS's music, as I had preloaded it with a ton of new music that I wanted to check out while I was on vacation. This, however, was the first time I had heard "Sweetest Kill." As if cued perfectly in a movie, this song came on. I can't say that the meaning I took from it was what Kevin Drew was feeling, but I can say that the song summed up how I was feeling perfectly, in the form of a beautiful, beautiful song. The song actually made me feel better just as I thought nothing in the world could do anything to make me feel better. I don't believe in God or predetermination or anything like that, but this song coming on exactly when it did gave me the feeling that maybe there is a such thing as fate. Every time I hear this song, memories of that day and all of the bad feelings come to mind, but the feelings of hope and not being alone in my problems also comes to mind. I guess my experience goes to prove that no matter what the songwriter intended the lyrics to mean, people will have their own personal and sentimental interpretations of a song. I made a point to go see BSS less than a month later at Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago, out of gratitude, amazement and awe. Thank you for this, Kevin Drew.

I totally agree with -hash-. 'I thought you were the sweetest kill Did I even know? And all the time we thought we did Was it just for show?'

Some people believe that pulling the plug is a good thing, it's sweet of them to be that person who ends the pain or suffering the patient may be going through. But then again, what do we know? Who are we to determine the end of someone's life. To give up hope. All the time they talked themselves into it, saying it was ok to pull the plug, was it a front? Were they really as brave as they made out to be? OR just a kill in general. A dying person. So sweet and gracious just slipping away. The people around them telling themselves that they can cope.

'If they try to pull you out Would you even go? I thought you were the sweetest kill Did you even know?'

Does the patient even want saving in the first place? Talking themselves into pulling the plug. Making themselves think 'yeh this is the right thing to do'. If the doctors were to save you, would you even take to it or pull away? Fight for your life?

'I held your hand until the light The scars were on the back And all the time we were the right Was it just retract?'

Keeping the patient company. Being there for them when they slip away.

'And they can try to put you down, wear you out Get you through the idea of the luck'

They try to pump them with drugs, giving them hope that they may pull out they just give up. Worn out and used.

'All the time, we get by, trying to figure out our lives Like a fade out'

We do, we try to figure everything out up until our last breath when we don't realise we all end up the same at the end of it all. We slip away, like a fade out.

'When we took the level ten Was it just a twelve? And when we went to where we've been Was it just for self?'

This I cannot figure out at all.

'I break you through this world I break you through this world Let me break you through this world Can I break you through this world?'

One last try to get them to pull through. To break through whichever world they go to next.

To me, this song is about the beauty of restraint (see Lost in Translation). An April/August relationship,... a vibrant, capable 24-year-old woman launching her life,... a primed 49-year-old man taking professional and personal risk,... by some standards she could be viewed as the sweetest kill,... but out of love,... or fear,... or respect,... he didn't act on his impulse despite his raging desire. Their draw towards one another wasn't consummated,...so was it just for show? The meaning was complicated for both and the instinct for both was to flee. But neither was willing to go. They shared true intimacy,... a beautiful connection,... holding hands,.. a kiss. She was special,... hurt or mysteriously fragile to him. Still, they both questioned whether the magnetic draw was toward one another or away from something else. Even their trusted friends said to each separately, what are you doing? (i.e., put you down, wear you out),... But they both couldn't help but feel the way they felt. Neither wanted the luck to play out. And, while that they were trying to figure it out and not hurt one another, time was slipping by,... Fading out! The highs were higher than expected. It felt selfish, if not idiotic, for both of them. And, equally, they both knew that all the time, they were just getting by, trying to figure out their lives. And he was asking her and himself the question to which, sadly, he already knew the answer: "Can I break you through this world?" Sometimes real love requires a "no",... or at least a "not yet."

"All this time, we get by, trying to figure our lives, like a fade out." I like that line. As for the rest of the song, it seems like perhaps he lost a lover (due to drugs or something?) and is now trying to help her see the light after the darkness. "I break you through this world/ Let me break you through this world/ Can I break you through this world?"

So good~~

I am in love with this.