is it true what they say about the son of god

 

The song I'm listening to most for about a week now. Actually there might have been no other: Bright Eyes "Don't Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come"

Listen closely to the lyrics, very closely. And to Conor's voice. And the guitar. And the amazing base line. And how the song develops and unfolds. Listen closely to the beautiful lines and how Conor's voice gets ugly, spitting and spraying when he sings about the love of his friends. And note that the only love that could possibly reach him through this ugly voice is that of true friends or of a mother - like they say of ugly faces. And note how the song shifts from all his bearings into the desperate rage of uncertainty. Note the drums and the urgency that sets in and how it builds up to the breaking of Conor's voice and the second hit of the orchestra, just to calm down a little, fall down in the dying trumpets (are those trumpets?) and how everything rises again driven by Conor's desperate, helplessly imploring, rock-bottom cry for meaning into the last and final - finally - staggeringly engulfing full hit of the orchestra and the tragedy of all this because there is no meaning. There is no truth.

Last tickets for the sold-out show in Cologne, E-Werk, June 21 8pm