Trying to recall times that seemed so easy
So pleasing
The tree's leaves were shorn and faces emerged
Gigantic human heads opened their gigantic eyes for the first time
Their roots their vertebre, they learned to move and strolled along underground
And when they learned to speak, winds would sound
While some roots tangled with others in passion
The clouds grew dark and incomptabilities arose to sever heads with the violent winds and lightning of arguments gone out of control
This is what was going on in my head when I closed my eyes and listened to this song. It's the musical equivalent to reaching a summit or having sex, something natural, though that contrasts the song itself, which is electronic (synthetic) and chopped up (unnatural). It's amazing how Moby can pull of this synthesis.
Trying to recall times that seemed so easy So pleasing The tree's leaves were shorn and faces emerged Gigantic human heads opened their gigantic eyes for the first time Their roots their vertebre, they learned to move and strolled along underground And when they learned to speak, winds would sound While some roots tangled with others in passion The clouds grew dark and incomptabilities arose to sever heads with the violent winds and lightning of arguments gone out of control
This is what was going on in my head when I closed my eyes and listened to this song. It's the musical equivalent to reaching a summit or having sex, something natural, though that contrasts the song itself, which is electronic (synthetic) and chopped up (unnatural). It's amazing how Moby can pull of this synthesis.