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Rock bottom this was the only song that kept me going. I’d blast it, full volume through my headphones 9 o clock in the morning on a busy subway train, heavy eye bags, malnourished, completely drained and empty of all energy or motivation. The beat would trick my feet to keep moving, keep walking onwards, step by step even when it seemed pointless, when it seemed like nothing was worth it. And my feet felt as heavy as lead. I’d listen to it, apathetic, the sound would run flat in my head as I’d will it to spark some life into the thick dull slime that was my brain. I’d turn up the volume as loud as it could go, as if the sound could lift away the heavy weight that pressed down on my mind.
The song’s gentle and melancholy lyrics over the relentless beat, drums and synth, fast and insistent. It gave a sense of urgency, or a sense to keep going. Keep calm and carry on, except fast, and relentlessly. So that you don’t have time to think about or get distracted by anything else. When the drums start you can’t help but to move, grind your teeth, tense your muscles, in, out, left, right, up, down, du, du, du, du, du, du.
The lyrics are soft and dreamy, yet perfectly clear. there’s something almost wishful about them.
