Many songs describe pain and suffering as a result of causality -- be it physical or otherwise, but always one that arises from an action of either personal or external influence. Here, Bedhead seem to be describing a different kind of pain -- one that arises from nothing happening at all. A debilitating sort of pain that acts as a sort of existential purgatory, where we find ourselves in a state in which death seems preferable to life, because at least it's something.
Despite the lyrical pessimism regarding faith in God or perhaps even his existence (at least in the conventional sense), the music opens up in such a way to suggest that not all hope is lost -- gone are the circular repetitions of the guitar, and in comes splashes of drums and cymbals, all of which is underpinned by the lightness of a glockenspiel. It's an opening that suggests a new found sense of life, or at least the movement towards one.
Many songs describe pain and suffering as a result of causality -- be it physical or otherwise, but always one that arises from an action of either personal or external influence. Here, Bedhead seem to be describing a different kind of pain -- one that arises from nothing happening at all. A debilitating sort of pain that acts as a sort of existential purgatory, where we find ourselves in a state in which death seems preferable to life, because at least it's something.
Despite the lyrical pessimism regarding faith in God or perhaps even his existence (at least in the conventional sense), the music opens up in such a way to suggest that not all hope is lost -- gone are the circular repetitions of the guitar, and in comes splashes of drums and cymbals, all of which is underpinned by the lightness of a glockenspiel. It's an opening that suggests a new found sense of life, or at least the movement towards one.