a friend once asked me which song I'd play at my funeral. I immediately said 'Wave of mutilation' (UK surf version ofc). Something about the lyrics, 'You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away' sounds so cathartic, and paired with the chill, slowed chiming of the drums, has me imagine my own death in a softer, more friendly light, with the ocean in the background. The vagueness behind the confession 'I sail away' points at the uncertainty of what comes after, but the refrained 'wave of mutilation' is the driving force, overcoming any hesitations and fears of the unknown.
a friend once asked me which song I'd play at my funeral. I immediately said 'Wave of mutilation' (UK surf version ofc). Something about the lyrics, 'You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away' sounds so cathartic, and paired with the chill, slowed chiming of the drums, has me imagine my own death in a softer, more friendly light, with the ocean in the background. The vagueness behind the confession 'I sail away' points at the uncertainty of what comes after, but the refrained 'wave of mutilation' is the driving force, overcoming any hesitations and fears of the unknown.