this song is about codependency and a good relationship gone bad where issues are just hidden or ignored. because neither party wants to see how bad things really are because they're stuck in the memory of how amazing things used to be together.
"i don't really need to see
so i don't need to see so i'll paint
i don't know, i'll paint it black"
-the way he mumbles and slurs this really shows the confusion, denial, and futility of the situation, and turning the problems over and over in his head but not being able to find a real solution besides just covering it up by "painting it black"
-he tries to talk to her about the things that are wrong.
'i was talking like two hands knocking
yelling 'let me in, let me in, please come out."
-and it was obviously about as useful as.
"black glass" and "dirt-based soap"
"tell yourself what you know."
-that it is beyond repair and there's more to the truth than whats being told.
"hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is."
-eventually everything that is really going on comes out and it hurts him
"my light came up quick, call it your asterisk"
-he caught on and and shes scrambling to correct her lies and fill him in on the other half of the truth. hence the asteriskdisplaced information
"buried like boys in a boys first book of the stars.
-hes in awe of everything that she was hiding from him pouring over thoughts and memories connecting it all trying to make sense of it but failing.
"saw it as satellite
constant unblinking as
buried in the bottom of a bottom of a brackish lake"
-what was going on with her was too big to hide.little rays of truth made it to the surface through all of the filth.
"i don't really need to see
so i don't need to see so i'll paint
i don't know, i'll paint it black"
-he knowingly crawls back into his hole of cold comfort and denial.
i only read the first page of posts and was so furious so i had to make an account. I'm glad to see the more recent posts have a better idea of what Issac was getting at. all the people that tried to discount Issac Brock's work down to drug induced nonsense are fucking idiots. he is one of the best song writers of all time. he is a genius. if you really think hes that insane and just rambles or he just gets fucked up and throws some tracks down in a studio and its automagicaly a masterpiece. (like...
i only read the first page of posts and was so furious so i had to make an account. I'm glad to see the more recent posts have a better idea of what Issac was getting at. all the people that tried to discount Issac Brock's work down to drug induced nonsense are fucking idiots. he is one of the best song writers of all time. he is a genius. if you really think hes that insane and just rambles or he just gets fucked up and throws some tracks down in a studio and its automagicaly a masterpiece. (like damn near everything he does is) sit in your moms basement and beat your dick till you write something as amazing as barnacles or teeth like gods shoe shine or bankrupt on selling.
Love your interpretation, I think that the "Black glass..:" part is not about the fact that it was useless trying talk to her but it's about the impossibility to solve the problems.
Just my take :)
Love your interpretation, I think that the "Black glass..:" part is not about the fact that it was useless trying talk to her but it's about the impossibility to solve the problems.
Just my take :)
this song is about codependency and a good relationship gone bad where issues are just hidden or ignored. because neither party wants to see how bad things really are because they're stuck in the memory of how amazing things used to be together.
"i don't really need to see so i don't need to see so i'll paint i don't know, i'll paint it black" -the way he mumbles and slurs this really shows the confusion, denial, and futility of the situation, and turning the problems over and over in his head but not being able to find a real solution besides just covering it up by "painting it black"
-he tries to talk to her about the things that are wrong. 'i was talking like two hands knocking yelling 'let me in, let me in, please come out."
-and it was obviously about as useful as. "black glass" and "dirt-based soap"
"tell yourself what you know." -that it is beyond repair and there's more to the truth than whats being told.
"hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is." -eventually everything that is really going on comes out and it hurts him
"my light came up quick, call it your asterisk" -he caught on and and shes scrambling to correct her lies and fill him in on the other half of the truth. hence the asterisk displaced information
"buried like boys in a boys first book of the stars. -hes in awe of everything that she was hiding from him pouring over thoughts and memories connecting it all trying to make sense of it but failing.
"saw it as satellite constant unblinking as buried in the bottom of a bottom of a brackish lake" -what was going on with her was too big to hide.little rays of truth made it to the surface through all of the filth.
"i don't really need to see so i don't need to see so i'll paint i don't know, i'll paint it black" -he knowingly crawls back into his hole of cold comfort and denial.
i only read the first page of posts and was so furious so i had to make an account. I'm glad to see the more recent posts have a better idea of what Issac was getting at. all the people that tried to discount Issac Brock's work down to drug induced nonsense are fucking idiots. he is one of the best song writers of all time. he is a genius. if you really think hes that insane and just rambles or he just gets fucked up and throws some tracks down in a studio and its automagicaly a masterpiece. (like...
i only read the first page of posts and was so furious so i had to make an account. I'm glad to see the more recent posts have a better idea of what Issac was getting at. all the people that tried to discount Issac Brock's work down to drug induced nonsense are fucking idiots. he is one of the best song writers of all time. he is a genius. if you really think hes that insane and just rambles or he just gets fucked up and throws some tracks down in a studio and its automagicaly a masterpiece. (like damn near everything he does is) sit in your moms basement and beat your dick till you write something as amazing as barnacles or teeth like gods shoe shine or bankrupt on selling.
Love your interpretation, I think that the "Black glass..:" part is not about the fact that it was useless trying talk to her but it's about the impossibility to solve the problems. Just my take :)
Love your interpretation, I think that the "Black glass..:" part is not about the fact that it was useless trying talk to her but it's about the impossibility to solve the problems. Just my take :)