||The old ways hold that metal should be gleaming and/or covered theatrically in blood.|
||The new ways suggest that vengeance can be replaced by slow walks over just-cooled lava.|
||The old ways watch us from clock towers and the parapets of abandoned cathedrals.|
||"Amid The Offal, Abide With Me"
||Vision Wallows In Symphonies Of Light
||In the new ways, darkness can consume granite.|
||In the new ways, oblivion is form of reverie.|
||Great Good Fine Ok
||In the new ways, dancing is a strategy for holding your ground in a season of emotional landslides.|
||Trap music can be made with stone slabs sliding on hidden rails.|
||Viral nostalgia admits to new Cures.|
||The melancholist says this is the last glass of water, and we won't forget glasses or water.|
||You can say another person's words in your voice, but can you feel one of their feelings in your own heart?|
||Can you sleep one of their uneasy nights?|
||Maybe that's easier than waking to somebody else's morning,|
||or making bridges out of uncertain memories of cardboard and foam,|
||Carly Rae Jepsen
||"Cut To The Feeling"
||but somehow we keep managing to end up on the other side of ourselves anyway.|
||Our methods are inadequate, but we compensate with loving disregard.|
||Our dark horses stray into rays of light,|
||Subtemple / Beachfires
||and we patiently catalog whatever is left behind in shadow.|
||Naming can feel like a form of control,|
||if you think of physics as a product of will,|
||"Where the End Begins"
||It Will Be Forever
||subject to our jurisdictions and treaties.|
||Swet Shop Boys
||But try declaring petulant victory and see what that gets you,|
||and then try declaring glorious defeat and compare who cheers.|
||When you hit upon truth, you look in their eyes and you see not you, nor them,|
||"Taking Me Home"
||but all of the people either of you love,|
||In that moment, are you able to release yourself to the inevitability of joy?|
||In Hearts Wake
||Even transmuted to fury,|
||Aggressive (Deluxe Edition)
||joy never shakes its cadence.|
||"Black at Heart"
||Black at Heart
||Small anger builds never-enough walls|
||that grand defiance carries us over --|
||The Gospel Youth
||"Moods Like English Weather"
||for sentimental strength to hurdle;|
||to dwindle into horizon behind us as we go.|
||You cannot uplift with a fear to see beyond what you already know.|
||Resistance, hope: these are words for waking up excited.|
||Today we will outwit the preconceptions of our enemies and our pedometers.|
||Today we will build some earnest idiot thing we'll then have to spend half our time walking around,|
||"Deja Vu (Initial D)"
||which is just one of a thousand reasons why holograms of half-remembered disco|
||are better than concrete or concrete minds.|
||If you crush everything that lets you touch it, you will sleep alone.|
||You will wake alone, walk alone.|
||You will cower in crumbling towers,|
||"Slime and Punishment"
||where even the zombies don't go.|
||Meanwhile, everywhere else, we are trying to think of ways for happiness to not be zero-sum.|
||Rie a.k.a. Suzaku
||"Free for Me"
||Don't Hide Your Face
||We are signing treaties not as a way to win or lose, but as a way to find shared catharsis in things we can't escape anyway.|
||"Nunn'è mai stato ammore"
||La metà di un viaggio
||We know that without Paris or Italy we wouldn't have all of this,|
||"Di questa felicità - Red Version"
||Di questa felicità
||so we get out of the fucking golf cart and try to see at least a little bit of how beautiful it is.|
||"Doubt and Regret"
||Apocalypse can wait a few more days, we think.|
||(But they pass quickly.)|
||The Arcadian Parallel
||What if you lived life as if every emotional quantity were finite and meagre,|
||but every physical one were infinite and adjustable by fiat?|
||What if you governed by vanity, exactly the same way you arrange your remaining poverty of hair?|
||"Render Me Numb"
||What if your heart was so small, and so encrusted, that you reasonably expected to die any minute, and didn't care what happened after that, even to your own children?|
||"Jaula de Oro"
||What would we do with you?|
||"Get Paid (feat. Wiley)"
||Nothing you ruin changes what we need.|
||Stabitha Christie +1
||Nothing you disbelieves gives a shit what you think.|
||Bad Cop, Bad Cop
||No amount of arms you sell will rid you of these tiny, unwelcome hands.|
||Everything you have done and acquired is temporary, and every gutless step you retreat runs out more of your dwindling time.|
||"Put The Knife Away"
||You will be undone.|
||La Skala de Richter
||"El Monte de Venus"
||Facta Non Verba
||Your shitplated treasures will be photographed for rueful posterity and then composted so they're at least worth something.|
||"Le Point de Non-Retour"
||Between Hope & Danger
||But even so, even as we clean up after you, we will grant you one durable victory:|
||"Four Tone Reflections"
||not because we love you, as we should, because on that count too we will fail;|
||not because you have learned any rudimentary skill or compassion;|
||"Två Konungabarn (Single)"
||but because ultimately no amount of love can rebuild the structures inside of you that your corrosive existence have destroyed.|
||So here's your victory:|
||Anarchy and Alchemy
||You tried to sell out your own children and all of the rest of ours,|
||"Zuru el Haadi - El Maduulaa - Maaluuma"
||and we will only be able to save|
||The Imperfect Sea