People always think this song is about death, but it's about how incredible it is to exist with someone, just breathing together, at the end of a long, hard day.
If you get a chance to look into Mike Posner and his story/the recent changes made to his life and music do it. I wasn`t really into him in his pop stardom days but this recent stuff (this one is technically 4 years old but it still fits) hits deep.
Will always love this song. Both in viewing myself as a wounded healer and feeling that carrying of the father's name...it`s also just...beautfuil. It hits me.
This year just keeps getting worst and worst. John Prine has lone been one of my idols, his music has influenced me in ways I don`t know if I can even describe. Such a simple yet sincere storyteller, he will be missed. Listening to this song though, I don`t think he was to afraid of death. Hope you`r enjoying that vodka and ginger ale Jhon. Songs of his that seem pretty relevant for right now:
I love everything about this song. The tone, the Hammer Horror keyboards, the lilting choruses. I wrote a short story about Elizabeth Bathory once. It was in the style of Robert Aickman with nods to The Great God Pan. Nothing was necessarily supernatural. But it wound up being so depraved that I was too embarrassed to submit it. It just ended too vile to be erotic. Repulsive, really. Barker could get away with it though. Hmm . . . I don't know. Maybe I'll watch for a market.