Reminds me of John Donne in that the subject could be a metaphor for something else, like a woman or a someone/something that Mac depends on in times of difficulty, stress, mallaise.
And then the sonic world reminds me of something that might play during a scene in a motion picture where the characters are walking through the desert bouncing from oasis to oasis, not too uncomfortably but definitely not living luxuriously and with purpose in civilization. These abaresque desert-y motifs work well for urban/suburban sprawl, too--the city or the nice town as the beacon for meaning and purpose but living there ends up being a whole other level of boredom; you think you're closer to where things matter but maybe they're only advertised that way or, maybe, just nothing important has happened for a while and everyone is still waiting a long time, poised, instead of getting along in their lives. Waiting is boring. And stressful. Might want to grab a cigarette as it'll give you something to do with your hands!
And then there is the depth between the subject matter and the form of the song; when a song about something as low-level meaning-wise as cigarettes is situated within a sonic world of wandering and mallaise it makes a sort of ironic impression. What impression specifically? I leave to the people who are Very interested in the song to determine.
Reminds me of John Donne in that the subject could be a metaphor for something else, like a woman or a someone/something that Mac depends on in times of difficulty, stress, mallaise.
And then the sonic world reminds me of something that might play during a scene in a motion picture where the characters are walking through the desert bouncing from oasis to oasis, not too uncomfortably but definitely not living luxuriously and with purpose in civilization. These abaresque desert-y motifs work well for urban/suburban sprawl, too--the city or the nice town as the beacon for meaning and purpose but living there ends up being a whole other level of boredom; you think you're closer to where things matter but maybe they're only advertised that way or, maybe, just nothing important has happened for a while and everyone is still waiting a long time, poised, instead of getting along in their lives. Waiting is boring. And stressful. Might want to grab a cigarette as it'll give you something to do with your hands!
And then there is the depth between the subject matter and the form of the song; when a song about something as low-level meaning-wise as cigarettes is situated within a sonic world of wandering and mallaise it makes a sort of ironic impression. What impression specifically? I leave to the people who are Very interested in the song to determine.