I currently identify with a lot of this song by Pedro the Lion…
deep green hills whose shoulders fade into thick grey
tall wet grass whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep
whose fleecing makes a fool of me
who shall i blame for this sweet and heavy trouble
for every stupid struggle i don’t know
i could buy you a drink
i could tell you all about it
i could tell you why i doubt it and why i still believe
i can’t say it like i sing it
i can’t sing it like i think it
i can’t think like i feel it
and i don’t feel a thing
…why i still believe it
why i need it
and what the pharisees can’t see
we’d have more drinks
and speak of so many things
but i don’t know you and you don’t know me
While Bazan might not have meant it this way I think the last two lines speak not of someone we have not met and do not know by name and face, but someone who we really are not honest with. Reminds me of a Weepies song. For many of us most people we know we really do not know and they really do not know us.
Either way this is a good song to think about for a little while. And there is nothing like the healing power of music.
