Going to Hell is a collective sum of being Undead, and Emo. I started writing it from the perspective of a dead boy. However, drawing on my inspiration from Dead Man's Bones, I portrayed the afterlife as one with life experiences, and love. So initially, there's this kind of disgruntled point of view, warning the living not to disturb his rest, for threats of dragging their soul to Hell. It pans out to him reflecting on some experience, whether it be as a living soul or as a ghost, referencing architecture and August nights, and a girl whom must has been a musician and a photographer. I acknowledge that there is an afterlife, but with in that is a curse itself, forever existing.
The thought of eternity keeps me up at night, fills me with nervous energy and butterflies. I am scared of nothing more. That now my soul has been set in motion, and it shall never cease, to exist.
At the end of the day, there is a general feeling of forgiveness, I don't really want to have hurt anyone. For my sins and lifestyle, I'll probably go to Hell, and I won't be selfish enough to drag anyone with me.
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If you turn over my grave,
You'd better put it back.
Before a full moon lurks
over your back
'Cuz I'll put your soul
and some of your blood
in a plastic bag
that I found at the dump.
I'm not going to Hell, all by myself
I'm not going to Hell, all by myself
I'm not going to Hell, all by myself
I dream about grand arches
and pretty colored nights
when you were painting on silence
and painting with light.
Life after Death
I know it's a promise
as bittersweet
as the end of August.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
I'm going to Hell, all my myself.
Oh look at you go,
running down those red roads
punching the grass on the hill
because it's too young to know
this isn't what you wanted to be...
Oh, Jellyfish would dream of the colors I used to see when you kissed me;
But I don't know that you can feel
All the birthday wishes wasted on wishing Pokemon were real.
and just like shoe boxes of cards in my closet at home
I'm just weeds growing around an unreadable tombstone
I have a huge appreciation for texture, and sonic texture. This record's lo-fi is something so well felt, it's brilliant. I can't get over the one chord structured song, "How I spent my Summer." Heccra
Any track from GFFLCL is a banger and this album was my intro to them. Love everything on it.
Really feels nostalgic just like watching FLCL all over again. イッキ
