Behind the Sea
Mar. 30th, 2009 02:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maskitheclown...is possibly the most beautiful song I've ever heard, lyrically.
I know it's also probably the least typical of his lyrics, 'cause if anything on the first album he observed the more gritty side of humanity, and the second one, though happier, is still more... observing? narrative? *headscratch* I dunno; while this song sounds like he's creating a fantasy world of his own. And for me, it's a beautiful world to escape to.
*keysmash of the silent nature* I was looking for stuff about this song because when I listen to it I never get a proper story, like I do with most of their other songs, just fantastic images, and this whole post was supposed to be about that with the omg beautiful pictures by Vladimir Kush and then, 'cause sometimes I'm Sam, I researched my ass off and found a vid of Ryan saying that's exactly what the song is supposed to do and now I'm a bubble of happiness! Yay.
Sometimes I feel uncomfortable talking about the meaning behind other people's art because it's so very subjective and I don't want to come of as either stupid of disrespectful... which is why it was very nice of Ryan Ross to explain this to the world! *happydance*
"That song is supposed to make you forget about everything real and it is basically just all imagery, the whole song. And the sounds around it, I wanted to sound just like the lyric did musically. It's one of those songs where you just kinda lay down and close your eyes and you listen to it as a little story or something. And, you know, somewhere behind the sea... it's kind of an unknown."
So... The first few times I listened to it I was stuck on Dali and possibly Bosh (Garden of Earthy delights specifically) but they are so heavy and dark and riddled with hidden meanings of their own it just felt like too much weight for this song. So I kept on looking for something lighter and a bit more open. And I found this guy. Vladimir Kush. He is a surrealist but he stays true to real life shapes and objects which makes it easier for me to connect and feel. (I could never understand how 3 black lines and 2 red ones represent the suffering of contemporary man in modern consciousness or whatever.)
This is, sort of, what Behind the Sea makes me see. (heh, bad rhyme accidental)
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Behind the Sea
*
A daydream spills from my corked head and breaks free of my wooden neck.
*
Left to nod over sleeping waves like bobbing bait for bathing cod.
*
Floating flocks of candled swans slowly drift across wax ponds.
*
The men all played along to marching drums.
*
And boy did they have fun behind the sea.
*
They sang: so our matching legs are marching clocks
*
and we're all too small to talk to god.
*
Yes we're all too smart to talk to god.
*
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs to us from the dock.
*
Jinxed things ringing as they leak through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
*
Scarecrow now it's time to hatch sprouting suns and ageless daughters.
*
Don't you know that those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater.
*
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs.
*
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I... don't even know where to start disclaiming this. I'm in no way saying that those images have anything to do with those lyrics anywhere outside my head. They just look pretty together and I couldn't paint my way out of a wet paper bag so I had to find someone who already did everything I wish I could.
*
I know it's also probably the least typical of his lyrics, 'cause if anything on the first album he observed the more gritty side of humanity, and the second one, though happier, is still more... observing? narrative? *headscratch* I dunno; while this song sounds like he's creating a fantasy world of his own. And for me, it's a beautiful world to escape to.
*keysmash of the silent nature* I was looking for stuff about this song because when I listen to it I never get a proper story, like I do with most of their other songs, just fantastic images, and this whole post was supposed to be about that with the omg beautiful pictures by Vladimir Kush and then, 'cause sometimes I'm Sam, I researched my ass off and found a vid of Ryan saying that's exactly what the song is supposed to do and now I'm a bubble of happiness! Yay.
Sometimes I feel uncomfortable talking about the meaning behind other people's art because it's so very subjective and I don't want to come of as either stupid of disrespectful... which is why it was very nice of Ryan Ross to explain this to the world! *happydance*
"That song is supposed to make you forget about everything real and it is basically just all imagery, the whole song. And the sounds around it, I wanted to sound just like the lyric did musically. It's one of those songs where you just kinda lay down and close your eyes and you listen to it as a little story or something. And, you know, somewhere behind the sea... it's kind of an unknown."
So... The first few times I listened to it I was stuck on Dali and possibly Bosh (Garden of Earthy delights specifically) but they are so heavy and dark and riddled with hidden meanings of their own it just felt like too much weight for this song. So I kept on looking for something lighter and a bit more open. And I found this guy. Vladimir Kush. He is a surrealist but he stays true to real life shapes and objects which makes it easier for me to connect and feel. (I could never understand how 3 black lines and 2 red ones represent the suffering of contemporary man in modern consciousness or whatever.)
This is, sort of, what Behind the Sea makes me see. (heh, bad rhyme accidental)
--
*
Behind the Sea
*
A daydream spills from my corked head and breaks free of my wooden neck.
*
Left to nod over sleeping waves like bobbing bait for bathing cod.
*
Floating flocks of candled swans slowly drift across wax ponds.
*
The men all played along to marching drums.
*
And boy did they have fun behind the sea.
*
They sang: so our matching legs are marching clocks
*
and we're all too small to talk to god.
*
Yes we're all too smart to talk to god.
*
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs to us from the dock.
*
Jinxed things ringing as they leak through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
*
Scarecrow now it's time to hatch sprouting suns and ageless daughters.
*
Don't you know that those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater.
*
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs.
*
*
I... don't even know where to start disclaiming this. I'm in no way saying that those images have anything to do with those lyrics anywhere outside my head. They just look pretty together and I couldn't paint my way out of a wet paper bag so I had to find someone who already did everything I wish I could.
*
