Sunday, November 14, 2010


Had this song going through my head all day; don't know why. Haven't played it for yonks.

Always felt this somehow succeeded in reaching out towards some vague, ill-defined form of self-prophesised disappointment; auto-predictive unrequited something...

The Geography of Rejection. Destination recast as Kiss-Off.

The song's protagonist decides he's been spurned in the flimsiest way imaginable - and you sense he knew that it would happen along; that he was complicit in his own rejection by accepting the terms of the deal: "the equator" non-specific and nebulous, how curiously he's left chasing his own tail; caught in-the-round as the song - simultaneously an expression of both his half-arsed ardour and his own ill-focused disgruntlement - finally fades into gaseous exasperation and evaporates. Peeters out.

"But I thought we had an agreement. But you said..."

But, really, he knows that they never did. It's himself that he's angry at (though "angry" is too strong a word) for not being good's his own standards that he fails to meet - not hers - being dumped merely confirms what he always suspected and which he now knows. The world's not big enough - the equator not wide enough - for him to escape from himself.

She left, but he can't.

A weariness slowly envelops the song, settles over it and threatens to smother it; the vocals - initially a baroque, elongated sigh - a mild protest - eventually run out of steam along with the song. He's looking, looking...not for her, but for a way out. An exit.

To their credit the Mael Brothers never allow the song to sink into maudlin despair, so the feeling they've created persists - it hangs in the air, still cycling round and round - long after the last note has departed.

Yeah, it's a good song. A great one.

Let's push it out into the air - out into the world - and let that feeling finally dissipate.


At 10:08 pm, Blogger ekolad said...

yes that is a good song. had it stuck in my head once or twice in the past.


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