Life and Refractions From Leonia

I chortle at this cheeky chum’s childish chicanery!

Those accursed Greeks and their advanced wisdoms; Always a step ahead of us… and thousands of years behind. Shows how sophisticated we are ;P

Listening to Modest Mouse for the first time. Might I say that Issac Brock is as challenging and contemplative a lyricist I’ve seen from Indie in a while. He’s like Beck+Philosopher+Theoretical Physicist+Weird Ass Westerner. The album, to me, feels like the dissolution of Earth, literally. The way I interpret the lyrics are as follows (and this is only subjective, anybody’s opinion is equally intelligent and valid):

The Earth and Universe as we know them are all of a sudden breaking apart, becoming chaotic and dissolving into an incomprehensible state of non-being. Humanity’s collective subconscious, which has been troubled by this for a while, has finally coalesced and is speaking. It is confessing everybody’s final beliefs on the meaning and true significance of life, on the beginning of matter, on the essence and nature of love, and what humanity has come to represent for us all. It is man’s last contemplation of all that has bothered him, from the personal, the global, the social, the environmental, the metaphysical, the indulgence of his life, and what the mind really is.
As he contemplates this, he is traversing the crumbling planet and narrating his experience. He is narrating what he sees. What he sees changes and morphs, becuase as existence begins to die, it reveals every secret law and logic in it’s wake. We begin to see things differently. Our twisted sense of being takes over, and we begin to get angrier and angrier at ourselves and eachother. With each passing moment, we finally begin to see how it is all interconnected and how everything we have ever said and done is just an anagram of our past, just another phrase that defines us.