something vague

I didn't expect to write this post so early but hey, the sooner, the better!

If we really stick to the blog's name I have my own personal king of all soundracks, and it's not going to be a happy one. I know he is a jerk asshole genius, or at least to my ears, because there's not anybody in the whole world who can sing as he does and write such lyrics as well. Even though I don't want to add myself to the increasing number of fans who now have started a war against new-fans (as in many bands, we have the old and new school and with Bright Eyes new fans we usually mean teenagers shouting at concerts and filling their livejournals up with Conor-I-love-you icons) I of course prefer earlier albums. And for tonight, I couldn't choose anything but "Fevers and Mirrors". Having to choose a song from that album is as stupid as choosing who do you love most in your family. You may get on better with one but all of them as a whole are your family afterall.

Not my intention to write any review of the album, I just would say that this album I am listening to right now starts with a little audio clip when you hear a little boy (Mexican) reading a lovely storybook with Conor's help, then mentions the key word "fever" and a sea of pianos and waves of chords. Next, a song about the passing of time "once the page of a calendar is turned, it's not more", singing for a lost love and wondering about the "other" in "does he kiss your eyelids in the morning?", calling someone in a very pathetic -and familiar- way: "I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine, 'you are my sunshine, my only sunshine'" to pass to the brilliant "Something Vague" which is more about loneliness, routine, pain, sadness and dreams. And "Arienette" about everything, about what I'm looking for, oh stay with me Arienette. More about pills to balance our brains, about lies and irony: "our love would never lie, well, hah hah hah". Self-loathing, funerals and disappearing into sea. "Hold your sadness like a puppet, keep putting on the play", then a fake interview to Conor, and a song to 'pass the time' to end. It amazes me the whole references and images of the album as a whole, it's brilliant, it's perfect. As perfect as being here so late at night thinking about you can be.

"The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets and they'll sell them for nothing, a cheap watch or locket, that kind of gold washes off".