Music Crush : Warpaint

Major Music Crush. I have more music crushes than I ever had crushes on people in my entire life. That’s the bitter truth! But you see, this time I really want to share it, because a) it’s not a Russian song for a change, b) it’s such, such a good song and c) this one has a sort of story behind it all.
Well, story is probably a big word, but let’s take a look.

Three years ago we had to write a paper for our Latin course. I chose to write about sirens, the mythological creatures who sing so well that seamen are lured towards them, leading to their death. You could say they are femmes fatales avant la lettre. While writing on this topic, I came across a video on YouTube, a scene from the movie ‘Siren’ (I believe). In this scene, the siren sings a song, which I liked, so I decided to listen to the original song.

This song was Elephants by Warpaint, and inspired me to write this.

About two weeks ago I was eating in the kitchen of our student house, on my own, with the radio playing. Suddenly there was this song, and I thought by myself: this sounds like Warpaint. I was done eating, I was alone, and I started kind of dancing, because I felt like it. Ooh, how I liked it. Randomly dancing in an empty kitchen to a good song.

I decided to give Warpaint another shot and that’s when I stumbled upon this song (see the video below – or better, listen to it). Those guitars! That voice! Those sounds! This kind of guitar sounds is what I call raw, and it reminds me of the 80s guitars. Give me 80s guitar and I melt. Together with those lyrics, it just all fits. Not so much because of what the lyrics mean, but because of the sound of the words. I don’t often say this, but the dark ‘o’ sounds fit so nice here. (Does anyone remember the literature classes in which the teacher suddenly stated that ‘o’ is a dark letter? Turns out he’s right after all!) It has this power and groove and all to it.

You see, it’s a major music crush I’m having. What do you think? Any more fans of this kind of 80s reminding music?

 

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Call me a thief

They called me a thief.

In the distance (sea, salt, flat sky) I saw a ship passing by. The bigger the ship, the more people, the more men. My eyes look further than human eyes ever could do. The silent way of passing by. Itchy fingers and the grey sky. No waves to make you sink and drown. No wind to make you continue either. At my mercy. Have you ever seen water as still as here? Not a single ripple.

The atmosphere, it gets crazy life. I cannot explain how it feels, but if I could, I’d hunt you down. Patience is a lie. I do not know it, and years have passed without handing you over. My fingers itch. I can almost feel my wings moving, but I do not fly.

I wonder where you are now. Are you on the ship? I’ve been searching for you, I’ve brought all those ships down just to see your face, your eyes, to feel your fingers on my skin again, anything. Anything. And the ship comes closer. I stretch out my arms. Wind. Straight to me.

I’ll break your heart
To keep you far from where
All danger starts…

Before they realize, before they know, I attack. The fear in their eyes – their, not yours, not yours – if they are not you, I do not need them. I throw them away, rubbish, waste. Only worth a sting from my most deadly angle, from my vampire teeth. Go away. Where are you?

Where are you?

The men are dead and the ship has sunk and you weren’t there. I’ve spent years looking for you, but not a single boat contained your flesh and bones. Not even your scent or name. Nothing but a thought, the thought that on the next ship, you’ll be there and I’ll find you.

They call me a thief.
They call me a thief…