Some situations seek redress
Some songs go testing, testing
I took a picture; I was sick of motion
And wore her watercolours into the ocean
Bejar could be speaking of three different modes (of reflection): reflection appearing as—or, at least desiring—the end (“redress”), as the beginning (could also be a reference to music, before the jam/playing the ballad, there is “testing, testing”) and as the middle, when he says
I took a picture
This line is an extension of “listening to strawberry wine 131 times”.. it is love (even if a painful memory) being played back over and over.. “I took a picture; I was sick of motion” really is ironic because we take pictures in order to capture a memory.. when we hit the shutter, we freeze the motion.. but, when we look at the picture (reflection), the motion, what we’ve captured, becomes eternal…we describe pictures (in English, anyway, don’t know about other languages) in the continuous…
Instead of arriving at love’s end, or flirting with its beginning, he (the voice of Bejar) is trapped in the middle of love… the voice of love speaks, as if in media res, but
I was sick of motion
And wore her watercolours into the ocean
this could be sublimation—the pain of “131 times” being turned into art.. the speaker “took a photo” (he remembered; we take photos in order to remember things), the memory of her (“watercolours”) and brought it (“wore”) to the canvas (“the ocean”).. he remembered “131 times” and painted a picture…here, then, is resolution, but it becomes—like the photograph—ironic: if art is sublimation, the painted picture is a tragic extension... he’s painted a picture (“wore her watercolours into the ocean”) and that’s what we are left with—a picture to look at, a paradox… the paradox of art.
or simply, it could be Bejar saying “F-it, I’m tired of thinking (“sick of motion”), so I’ll just drink it away (“ocean” becomes booze)
I take pictures and this part is easily my favorite off the song.
Some situations seek redress Some songs go testing, testing I took a picture; I was sick of motion
And wore her watercolours into the ocean
Bejar could be speaking of three different modes (of reflection): reflection appearing as—or, at least desiring—the end (“redress”), as the beginning (could also be a reference to music, before the jam/playing the ballad, there is “testing, testing”) and as the middle, when he says
I took a picture
This line is an extension of “listening to strawberry wine 131 times”.. it is love (even if a painful memory) being played back over and over.. “I took a picture; I was sick of motion” really is ironic because we take pictures in order to capture a memory.. when we hit the shutter, we freeze the motion.. but, when we look at the picture (reflection), the motion, what we’ve captured, becomes eternal…we describe pictures (in English, anyway, don’t know about other languages) in the continuous…
Instead of arriving at love’s end, or flirting with its beginning, he (the voice of Bejar) is trapped in the middle of love… the voice of love speaks, as if in media res, but
I was sick of motion
And wore her watercolours into the ocean
this could be sublimation—the pain of “131 times” being turned into art.. the speaker “took a photo” (he remembered; we take photos in order to remember things), the memory of her (“watercolours”) and brought it (“wore”) to the canvas (“the ocean”).. he remembered “131 times” and painted a picture…here, then, is resolution, but it becomes—like the photograph—ironic: if art is sublimation, the painted picture is a tragic extension... he’s painted a picture (“wore her watercolours into the ocean”) and that’s what we are left with—a picture to look at, a paradox… the paradox of art.
or simply, it could be Bejar saying “F-it, I’m tired of thinking (“sick of motion”), so I’ll just drink it away (“ocean” becomes booze)
I take pictures and this part is easily my favorite off the song.
Bejar is so aware of it.. I love it.