I started seriously listening to this song after my Mum died. So could be biased and/or deranged in my intepretation! I think it's a song about someone who's died who's still looking out for the girl still alive. It reminds me of the six gram puff out that I reckon really does happen when when someone dies...the opposite of birth. Or birth on the other side. Who knows. But weight turning to sunlight is beautiful, and really resonates.
I think also - and really this could be my personal experience and bias - is the girl still inside the world is wasting her time on bloody chic lit (insert vomit noise...and it's a chick writing), which is so vacuous and reductivist (of women I reckon...but I won't get started!). Their beauty tips, their banality, stupid emaciated hips.
At any rate, it was a gift to me when I was grieving.
On the note so much front - a gift I mean - and just 'cause I go like the clappers on a keyboard and am on a roll now, it always made me remember my ex, when one of his mates was hanging it on his home made sissy jumper, asking over and over if his Mum had made it, when he said she couldn't knit. The why not retort was, 'because her arms have rotted off'. Anyway, so when Matt asks, 'so how are the arms of your mother' - up there in heaven, meeting her again, I always think of that. Just thought I'd share.
I started seriously listening to this song after my Mum died. So could be biased and/or deranged in my intepretation! I think it's a song about someone who's died who's still looking out for the girl still alive. It reminds me of the six gram puff out that I reckon really does happen when when someone dies...the opposite of birth. Or birth on the other side. Who knows. But weight turning to sunlight is beautiful, and really resonates.
I think also - and really this could be my personal experience and bias - is the girl still inside the world is wasting her time on bloody chic lit (insert vomit noise...and it's a chick writing), which is so vacuous and reductivist (of women I reckon...but I won't get started!). Their beauty tips, their banality, stupid emaciated hips.
At any rate, it was a gift to me when I was grieving.
On the note so much front - a gift I mean - and just 'cause I go like the clappers on a keyboard and am on a roll now, it always made me remember my ex, when one of his mates was hanging it on his home made sissy jumper, asking over and over if his Mum had made it, when he said she couldn't knit. The why not retort was, 'because her arms have rotted off'. Anyway, so when Matt asks, 'so how are the arms of your mother' - up there in heaven, meeting her again, I always think of that. Just thought I'd share.
:-)