This is such a wonderfully articulated description of depression. I like that it isn't clichéd - that he's not talking about the pain he's in or how unhappy he is, just that everything's blank and meaningless to him; a 'white disorder'. It's not so much a negative song as a totally neutral and apathetic one.
I like the details: the books piling up under his bed; his 'old bicycle you loved' (who is 'you'?). I get the feeling he's trying to pretend he's fine, and going along with his old life, but it doesn't mean anything to him any more.
The repetition that's often present in Yann Tiersen's work (inevitable given that he's influenced by minimalism, which is typically very repetitive) is especially effective in this song, I think - the man's life is circular and mundane, and it's reflected nicely in the structure.
I like this song more for not being in wholly fluent English - it's refreshing, and stops it from falling into hackneyed phrases.
This is such a wonderfully articulated description of depression. I like that it isn't clichéd - that he's not talking about the pain he's in or how unhappy he is, just that everything's blank and meaningless to him; a 'white disorder'. It's not so much a negative song as a totally neutral and apathetic one.
I like the details: the books piling up under his bed; his 'old bicycle you loved' (who is 'you'?). I get the feeling he's trying to pretend he's fine, and going along with his old life, but it doesn't mean anything to him any more.
The repetition that's often present in Yann Tiersen's work (inevitable given that he's influenced by minimalism, which is typically very repetitive) is especially effective in this song, I think - the man's life is circular and mundane, and it's reflected nicely in the structure.
I like this song more for not being in wholly fluent English - it's refreshing, and stops it from falling into hackneyed phrases.