Brahm - I Try to Rage Against It
Released March 04 2022
Thomas
Griffin
Nick
Ryan
From the Bay Area
Life will still Be Beautiful
Nobody loves
Least of all you
I'm learning
and unlearning
The war within us has no victor
Only decay
Each sunrise passing
Losing its significance
Acutely aware of the passage of time,
The image still distorts itself
I die before my body
I leave a trace
I lie in bed
I die
Life will still be beautiful long after I have forgotten everyone I
have loved
"It's a world of hate". Dealing with hatred from an outside source is one thing, but one coming from within is another. And nobody wins at this game. What choice is left to one who disagrees with the way the world works? Change it? Step aside and be a witness to the distorting image? Makes it hard to get out of bed.
Although hatred surrounds and exudes from one, glimpses of love still appear, from time to time. Momentary hope as it passes, as time does, and leaves a bitter taste. The memory of these past experiences may constitute an obstacle to one's productivity. Yet, life is qualitatively described as being "beautiful". It was so, even during desperate, hateful periods, and it will continue to be (perhaps more so) after the memory of love felt fades.
Destabilization as the hateful image defined at a certain length is ultimately opposed to the mention of everlasting love.
Pain is Inexhaustible
I'm coming alive
for no good reason
and ending my days
through abandoned worlds
The lights are on
no one lives
The wind is a lonesome resident
harsher it grows and howls
Fight with all the things you love
To keep them
or to know
that they were not worth keeping
Seeking connection while it is unavailable. Failure to establish companionship, ending every day with the impression one is "abandoned". A dreamy, post-apocalyptic landscape is depicted, shared only with forces of nature.
The glimpses of love make another appearance, as one endures a lonely existence, as a suggestion that one should embrace and attempt at preserving them, or simply so that they are able to convince themselves that it was an unnecessary burden.
As though taken for a roller-coaster ride, the audience begins in a low part or harsh winds and solitude and climbs to a peak of heart-warming memories only to plummet and crash through the bittersweet resentment expressed towards the value attributed to loved ones. Condemning destabilization, once more, almost expanding on a pattern.
I Try to Rage Against It
I might never see the next part of the dreams
I could leave in bliss
The sadness that sterns out of love others have for me
will keep my memory alive
longer than it was for me
Now hope impacts itself into me
Though I'm sure the fading continues
I try to rage against it
With love, with friendship, with strength
And it rages against me too
A voyage on an angry sea, uncertain to reach destination. Fate could be decided anytime and its recipient would consider its life fulfilled. However there is speculation as to potential regrets, as one ponders on the ones they would be leaving behind as they proceed to the state subsequent to the "dreams". From one perspective, it could be established as non-existent, as the optimism characterized through "bliss", "love", "hope", "friendship" and "strength" would not be part of the realm of reality. Fighting to the continued "fading" of the dreamscape describes one's aspiration to evolving in a positive environment.
From another perspective, one is setting up loved ones for a fall, as they strive to instill love in them by raging against the fading. Their hope is to fuel the "sadness that sterns out of love others have" for them so that their memory will be kept alive longer.
The opposition, this time, is between the comforting, hopeful thought of fulfillment and establishing a legacy to opposing forces. Therefore, one's peace of mind may not be taken for granted and all is not won.
The preponderance of the negative impression attributed to one's perception of being loved expresses a certain denying of a burden extraordinary forces are trying to have land on their shoulders. Almost a fear of being loved and the responsibility it implies. One's avoidance of developing relationships on purpose covered in details, keeping in mind the resulting scars and how they hurt so good.
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