This is my first post, so I'm very bad at this. : )
Well, for me... the song contains feelings of alienation, grit-your-teeth hopelessness, and overall anguish.
The first part of the song is depressing: going up the stairs to nothing but sadness, having nothing better to do but drink alone. The act of brushing off snow from his hair as if it's something he's done so much to the point that it's routine. It seems that his entire day, perhaps even his entire life, is like that. Also, he is making all that effort to climb up to a coffin, not a comforting homey space--there's hopelessness and resignation in those acts.
The dream seems out of place in this environment. It's not good, nor bad, it's just... puzzling. And that increases its level of anguish. Thinking back upon childhood and family always gives me a feeling of nostalgia or regret, because it's something that wasn't necessarily good but I've idealized it and I know that.
Not being attached to anything, with starving eyes all around: alienation.
The fact that the end of the song is so inconclusive, that it ends with nothing more specific than "something more, like feeling" makes it even more anguishing, because nothing is solved and nothing is better. He's still in that apartment drinking by himself.
This is my first post, so I'm very bad at this. : ) Well, for me... the song contains feelings of alienation, grit-your-teeth hopelessness, and overall anguish. The first part of the song is depressing: going up the stairs to nothing but sadness, having nothing better to do but drink alone. The act of brushing off snow from his hair as if it's something he's done so much to the point that it's routine. It seems that his entire day, perhaps even his entire life, is like that. Also, he is making all that effort to climb up to a coffin, not a comforting homey space--there's hopelessness and resignation in those acts. The dream seems out of place in this environment. It's not good, nor bad, it's just... puzzling. And that increases its level of anguish. Thinking back upon childhood and family always gives me a feeling of nostalgia or regret, because it's something that wasn't necessarily good but I've idealized it and I know that. Not being attached to anything, with starving eyes all around: alienation. The fact that the end of the song is so inconclusive, that it ends with nothing more specific than "something more, like feeling" makes it even more anguishing, because nothing is solved and nothing is better. He's still in that apartment drinking by himself.