Etikettarkiv: built to spill

Untethered moon

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”Now I guess I’ll finally see,
the kind of calmness that chaos brings

I got so tired of going round and round,
waiting for gravity to bring me down.”

Från sången On the way. Den här låten har nåt skruvat science-fiction-tema, möjligen att man kan associera till Aniara. Månen, som inser att den inte är fjättrad till sin planet, lämnar jorden. Den har tröttnat på att snurra runt jorden varv efter varv. Följden blir kaos. Ett hårt slag mot jorden.

Untehered moon / Den ofjättrade månen heter det nya albumet av Built to Spill. Det har även en låt som är uppkallad efter en transkriptionsfaktor som är av betydelse i hjärnan — CREB.

Who will save rock from itself

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Rock needs saving from itself, not become a set of poses and chlichés. To stay relevant it needs to develop and aim higher than ”look how cool we are”. I think when rock started out, young people were so oppressed to behave in a modest and controlled way that that anyone could break with that was magical. But that’s not enough now. That’s my preaching for today. Who will save it? Built to spill are definitely one of them.

Broken Chairs live 2011:

In your mind

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The symptoms of our getting older,
the problems that say we don’t mind,
most of us never get over
memories mingled with lies.
Coincidence gave a confession,
that no one’s allowed to forget,
I dont want to give the impression
that predestination is set.
And distance will increase the danger,
with certainties never enjoyed.
Regarded as equal yet stranger,
ignored, then embraced, then destroyed.
Observing the process will change it,
afterwords even if you
subcounscioussly rearrange it,
it doesnt seem any less true.
The remnants of fog disappearing,
and even transcending concern,
disturbing but somehow endearing,
conditioned to never unlearn.
And no one can tell me to listen,
and no one can tell me whats right,
cause nobody has my permission,
and no one can see in your mind,
in your mind, in your mind, in your mind.
The magnifications explore,
there slowly emerges a pattern,
and details you normally ignore,
you notice really what matters.
It isn’t a time or a place,
only an ebb and a flowing.
A permanent repeating space,
occuring, connecting, and growing.
And no one can tell me to listen,
and no one can tell me what’s right,
cause nobody has my permission,
and no one can see in your mind,
in your mind, in your mind, in your mind.

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Untrustable

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You can’t trust anyone,
cause you’re untrustable,
how can you trust someone you know can’t trust you.

You won’t help anyone,
cause you’re unusable
no one can tie you down, you’re nobody’s fool.

and I’d love to see it but it’s something you just feel
and I’d like to feel it but it just isn’t real
and god is whoever you’re performing for and god is whoever you perform for

You don’t like anything,
cause you’re unlikable,
all because you’re not interested in you anymore
it’s so unthinkable cause you don’t think of it
how many ideas can fit in your reality.

and I’d love to see it but it’s something you just feel
and I’d like to feel it but it just isn’t real
and I’d love to see it but it’s something you just feel
and I’d like to feel it but it just isn’t real and god is whoever you’re performing for and god is whoever you perform for.

Alarmed

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Alarmed by Built to Spill

In the hurry of the past
I forgot to make it last
Simple choices made too fast
By a dye I didn’t cast
…
Words for fighting, words for fun
They’ve all melted into one
On the tip of every tongue
Like the new name for the sun
…
Alright now, don’t decide about that now
Oh how can you blame the only one
Ever stay, ever stay, ever stay around and you would
Never say never say all the harm’s been done
And you were
All so gone oh so long, so long
Did you make it all wrong, so wrong
Did you wait oh so long, so long
Did you take it all wrong, so wrong

Dirty job

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On Keep it like a secret, I could sense a subversive message, especially on Broken Chairs. Like the music was aimed at blowing up the ugly depressing fabric which infests our minds without further specifying exactly what this fabric is! On, There is no enemy, Dough is more explicit. The message is clearly anti-commercial. From Planting seeds:


Telling me thousands of times what’s next to want
Just doing their job but you know that’s a dirty job
Can’t stand this game still we’re bullied to play along

When bullies grow up they get meaner
Yeah they really get it down

They think that they get it but they always get it wrong
They’ll play your favorite song

Just to sell shit to you

I’ve heard that they’ll sell anything and I think they might
I think Bill Hicks was right
About what they should do

And just because you love something doesn’t mean it’s yours to buy
Been selling it so long that no one even knows the reason why
You’ve been messing with our minds
Getting rich wasting our time

I think that most people recognize what is absurd today, is that, in the west, most basic needs are met. So instead a lot of effort put into making up new ”needs”. And then when we have unemployment, we say there is a problem because people are not successful in making up new ”needs” and fulfilling these.

Below you can see what the late comedian Bill Hicks thinks about marketing.

The meekness of love

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I found this suggestive image at NASAs website, on a page about solar flares. They are trying to raise awareness and want the infrastructure to be improved so that it is more resilient against solar flares.

At the same time my mind was occupied with solar eruptions and Nasas warning,
in came a song by Built to Spill, through my ears. The song’s title is Things fall Apart. I quote part of the lyrics below.

We’ve all seen enough, now it’s time to decide
The meekness of love or the power of pride
It doesn’t matter if you’re good or smart
God damn it, things fall apart

Let’s go for a walk. yeah, let’s go for a drive
Don’t know how to say, thanks for being alive
Let’s go for a lifetime. let’s go for a fling
Don’t know how to say anything

You can listen to Things fall apart here. They write:

The title’s possibly a reference to William Butler Yeats’ “The Second Coming,” but the story’s more about apocalypse on an intimate scale.