standing next to a friend (my gemany) the other night, listening to wilco play this song live, the message of the song that i get kept coming home. listened to the song for months, hearing of a struggle between two people, trying to communicate, always separated -- like Germany and Japan, two countries so foreign to each other but together for a period. this notion of "i'm trying to tell you but you're not listening or can't hear me" is to me about a person who's very close and yet unreachable. that reaching out, trying to help the other who misses that "this is what love is for/to be out of place", is in vain, the other can't hear. at the end, i hear that other person turning, listening. it's hope that i hear. i think the two guitars at the end are sort of the extension of the lyric, that enough was said about the struggle, the emotion of two guitars is that push past words, just expression.
standing next to a friend (my gemany) the other night, listening to wilco play this song live, the message of the song that i get kept coming home. listened to the song for months, hearing of a struggle between two people, trying to communicate, always separated -- like Germany and Japan, two countries so foreign to each other but together for a period. this notion of "i'm trying to tell you but you're not listening or can't hear me" is to me about a person who's very close and yet unreachable. that reaching out, trying to help the other who misses that "this is what love is for/to be out of place", is in vain, the other can't hear. at the end, i hear that other person turning, listening. it's hope that i hear. i think the two guitars at the end are sort of the extension of the lyric, that enough was said about the struggle, the emotion of two guitars is that push past words, just expression.
I agree with you
I agree with you