When I listen to this song (or the whole album actually) I'm left wondering whether the music should be beating me into a submissive, blubbering mess or whether I should be left feeling inspired by that dark, peculiar beauty which permeates much of Emilliana's music. As jeisenbe put it, "either way, it's optimistic when it should be melancholy and i adore it".
Some of the lyrics in this song just kill me:
"Leaning on my favorite side
And I wondered where you are and realize
Something is painted in the snow that you'd like"
Fortunately I've never lost anyone so close to me, but I pity the person who can't find the humanity in that. There's something so natural and unforced about it. Someone close to you dies and your first instinct is surely not to compose a dirge or to erect a mural, but rather to talk to them as though you'd forgotten they'd ever left: "Today I saw something painted in the snow that you'd like..."
Ugh. By the end of this album I feel like I've toured the precipice of human misery and returned a better, more hopeful man. It takes a special kind of song-writer to acheive that kind of optimism from so pesimistic a subject matter.
When I listen to this song (or the whole album actually) I'm left wondering whether the music should be beating me into a submissive, blubbering mess or whether I should be left feeling inspired by that dark, peculiar beauty which permeates much of Emilliana's music. As jeisenbe put it, "either way, it's optimistic when it should be melancholy and i adore it".
Some of the lyrics in this song just kill me:
"Leaning on my favorite side And I wondered where you are and realize Something is painted in the snow that you'd like"
Fortunately I've never lost anyone so close to me, but I pity the person who can't find the humanity in that. There's something so natural and unforced about it. Someone close to you dies and your first instinct is surely not to compose a dirge or to erect a mural, but rather to talk to them as though you'd forgotten they'd ever left: "Today I saw something painted in the snow that you'd like..."
Ugh. By the end of this album I feel like I've toured the precipice of human misery and returned a better, more hopeful man. It takes a special kind of song-writer to acheive that kind of optimism from so pesimistic a subject matter.