To me this song is epic on the grandest scale. The song begins on the beach amidst the waves of the sea, but also amidst the waves of sunlight. The pinging of the opening notes suggests both the submarine sonar and the echoes of the big bang. This is about creation and evolution, wave-particle duality, and the call of evolving DNA to itself in a grand love song which echoes throughout all time, so that in each life, each reincarnation, we are calling to ourselves, and our soulmates, our fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, lovers, sons and daughters, our friends and even our enemies, as we have been all of these to each other throughout our countless incarnations, and in this endless cycle of rebirth and evolution, we are the Universe becoming conscious of itself, so that each morning when the sunlight hits our eyes, and we are conscious of it, of that echo of creation, we are the evolution from that time, calling back to our past and present self.
I'm not sure if you nailed exactly the interpretation but I loved it. Great way to see it and the way I see it agrees in most of what you've just said.
I'm not sure if you nailed exactly the interpretation but I loved it. Great way to see it and the way I see it agrees in most of what you've just said.
After saturating in this song for a bit, I agree most with this interpretation. However, the structure of the poem suggests at the above even further. Run-on sentences make up a good half of the song. Much like life, lineage, and history altogether: we are but a long string of biochemical reactions made into sentient beings that leave their individal mark on the great cognitive consciousness known as history and knowledge, be it big or small. The lyrics are written in one big run-on sentence, strung along just like us. Each sentence wanders about, again, just like us.
After saturating in this song for a bit, I agree most with this interpretation. However, the structure of the poem suggests at the above even further. Run-on sentences make up a good half of the song. Much like life, lineage, and history altogether: we are but a long string of biochemical reactions made into sentient beings that leave their individal mark on the great cognitive consciousness known as history and knowledge, be it big or small. The lyrics are written in one big run-on sentence, strung along just like us. Each sentence wanders about, again, just like us.
The pinging sonar I imagined more as a sign of life, and, as the song progresses, it becomes more of a searching. It is as though the pinging is some attempt to contact something... or, more likely: touch something, reach something. Sonar is simply the act of sending out a sound wave to bounce off something. Are we not so ourselves? How we present ourselves every day we live, is it not how we make our attempt to ping others around us, so as not to feel alone in this mysterious existence?
The first stanza in each of the three chunks gives us a solid state of humanity: past, present, and future. These things make up our sense of self: what has been, what we are and what we have been made, and what we hope to be; what we will be.
Our obscure and humbling origins lay buried and subtly crawling upward to the light of our consciousness, trying to show us what we really are: the struggle to understand the long-buried truth of what came before.
Our busy-bodied, punitive civilized existence drowns us in a crowd of people we don't know who are pushing past us, telling us to shut up and move along, or just ignoring you. We are distracted from these thoughts by our survivalist lifestyle. What luck brings us is the chance to meet some of the people in our world, and in these people we will strive together to understand some portion of this existence: past, present and future. Whether or not we understand these things, they will always stay with us: they are inextricably intertwined with us.
For a good 6 minutes there is a long conceptual instrumental, where the echoes of the past seem mysterious, and we get lost again and wander through the mysterious depths of the has-been, caked in the dust of the now. But then we hear a ping again, our peers calling to us, or an attempt for us to contact someone, while we're buried and overwhelmed by the horrifically gargantuan task of combing through the past, present and future. When we're crushed by the immensity of the universe, humanity, and our own lives, the only thing to perk up our eyes and ears again is the ping of another, else we're lost in the ambient echo of all that was or could've been, but was not.
In the companionship or the love we create for ourselves, we find solace. Our best friends, our family, our lovers, our pals, our blood brothers, our twins; the people that are burned into our memories and that stay with us invite us into the day, and all those that came before, all the is now, and whatever may lie ahead on the great, infinitely-spinning loom on the tapestry of time shines into our waking eyes and invites us to go out to the window and scream -- call to the future and to all our fellow humans; call to life and love.
@djmongo I hardly ever do this but good fkn job, poetic and certainly thought inducing, helped make this masterpiece somewhat more attainable, more real
@djmongo I hardly ever do this but good fkn job, poetic and certainly thought inducing, helped make this masterpiece somewhat more attainable, more real
To me this song is epic on the grandest scale. The song begins on the beach amidst the waves of the sea, but also amidst the waves of sunlight. The pinging of the opening notes suggests both the submarine sonar and the echoes of the big bang. This is about creation and evolution, wave-particle duality, and the call of evolving DNA to itself in a grand love song which echoes throughout all time, so that in each life, each reincarnation, we are calling to ourselves, and our soulmates, our fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, lovers, sons and daughters, our friends and even our enemies, as we have been all of these to each other throughout our countless incarnations, and in this endless cycle of rebirth and evolution, we are the Universe becoming conscious of itself, so that each morning when the sunlight hits our eyes, and we are conscious of it, of that echo of creation, we are the evolution from that time, calling back to our past and present self.
I should say the lyrics involve not just waves of light and waves of water, but also waves of sound, of course.
I should say the lyrics involve not just waves of light and waves of water, but also waves of sound, of course.
I'm not sure if you nailed exactly the interpretation but I loved it. Great way to see it and the way I see it agrees in most of what you've just said.
I'm not sure if you nailed exactly the interpretation but I loved it. Great way to see it and the way I see it agrees in most of what you've just said.
After saturating in this song for a bit, I agree most with this interpretation. However, the structure of the poem suggests at the above even further. Run-on sentences make up a good half of the song. Much like life, lineage, and history altogether: we are but a long string of biochemical reactions made into sentient beings that leave their individal mark on the great cognitive consciousness known as history and knowledge, be it big or small. The lyrics are written in one big run-on sentence, strung along just like us. Each sentence wanders about, again, just like us.
After saturating in this song for a bit, I agree most with this interpretation. However, the structure of the poem suggests at the above even further. Run-on sentences make up a good half of the song. Much like life, lineage, and history altogether: we are but a long string of biochemical reactions made into sentient beings that leave their individal mark on the great cognitive consciousness known as history and knowledge, be it big or small. The lyrics are written in one big run-on sentence, strung along just like us. Each sentence wanders about, again, just like us.
The pinging sonar I imagined more as a sign of life, and, as the song progresses, it becomes more of a searching. It is as though the pinging is some attempt to contact something... or, more likely: touch something, reach something. Sonar is simply the act of sending out a sound wave to bounce off something. Are we not so ourselves? How we present ourselves every day we live, is it not how we make our attempt to ping others around us, so as not to feel alone in this mysterious existence?
The first stanza in each of the three chunks gives us a solid state of humanity: past, present, and future. These things make up our sense of self: what has been, what we are and what we have been made, and what we hope to be; what we will be.
Our obscure and humbling origins lay buried and subtly crawling upward to the light of our consciousness, trying to show us what we really are: the struggle to understand the long-buried truth of what came before.
Our busy-bodied, punitive civilized existence drowns us in a crowd of people we don't know who are pushing past us, telling us to shut up and move along, or just ignoring you. We are distracted from these thoughts by our survivalist lifestyle. What luck brings us is the chance to meet some of the people in our world, and in these people we will strive together to understand some portion of this existence: past, present and future. Whether or not we understand these things, they will always stay with us: they are inextricably intertwined with us.
For a good 6 minutes there is a long conceptual instrumental, where the echoes of the past seem mysterious, and we get lost again and wander through the mysterious depths of the has-been, caked in the dust of the now. But then we hear a ping again, our peers calling to us, or an attempt for us to contact someone, while we're buried and overwhelmed by the horrifically gargantuan task of combing through the past, present and future. When we're crushed by the immensity of the universe, humanity, and our own lives, the only thing to perk up our eyes and ears again is the ping of another, else we're lost in the ambient echo of all that was or could've been, but was not.
In the companionship or the love we create for ourselves, we find solace. Our best friends, our family, our lovers, our pals, our blood brothers, our twins; the people that are burned into our memories and that stay with us invite us into the day, and all those that came before, all the is now, and whatever may lie ahead on the great, infinitely-spinning loom on the tapestry of time shines into our waking eyes and invites us to go out to the window and scream -- call to the future and to all our fellow humans; call to life and love.
ya nailed it
ya nailed it
So, in one word...interconnectedness.
So, in one word...interconnectedness.
@djmongo I hardly ever do this but good fkn job, poetic and certainly thought inducing, helped make this masterpiece somewhat more attainable, more real
@djmongo I hardly ever do this but good fkn job, poetic and certainly thought inducing, helped make this masterpiece somewhat more attainable, more real
You have described an epic psilocybin trip!
You have described an epic psilocybin trip!