The opening monologue (which sounds inspired by The Orb's "Little Fluffy Clouds") reminds me of light playing off rainbow obsidian. Perhaps it represents the alluring but faulty surface of "our reflections of yesterday". Is the past really as good as you remember it?
All too often, people will paint the past as a time when you had endless possibilities and open doors ("Will I be able to fly through the different colours?"). The problem is falling in love with the view from the rainbow's top, only to reach your pot of gold at the end, and... well, not appreciate how good you've got it made now.
From what I've read, Toby Marks (of Banco de Gaia) let all of Folker's chanting after "Yesterday, yesterday, today" be wordless vocalizations, just to keep the rhythm. My favorite interpretation is the Dr. Seuss-ian "Green ham and eggs, with salt and butter, butter, butter", but I'm weird like that. Let your own ears be the judge.
The opening monologue (which sounds inspired by The Orb's "Little Fluffy Clouds") reminds me of light playing off rainbow obsidian. Perhaps it represents the alluring but faulty surface of "our reflections of yesterday". Is the past really as good as you remember it?
All too often, people will paint the past as a time when you had endless possibilities and open doors ("Will I be able to fly through the different colours?"). The problem is falling in love with the view from the rainbow's top, only to reach your pot of gold at the end, and... well, not appreciate how good you've got it made now.
From what I've read, Toby Marks (of Banco de Gaia) let all of Folker's chanting after "Yesterday, yesterday, today" be wordless vocalizations, just to keep the rhythm. My favorite interpretation is the Dr. Seuss-ian "Green ham and eggs, with salt and butter, butter, butter", but I'm weird like that. Let your own ears be the judge.