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Interpol - Next Exit

i always think about him when i hear this song.
there are so many memories attached to it.
so many events i replay in my head each time i hear it, wishing i could relive those perfect moments.
it may not be ‘our’ song in his head, but to me it is. 
& it always will be. <3 

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I cannot fathom how people can listen to something, claim to love it yet not fully engulf themselves in it’s meaning, both lyrically and instrumentally.


I wish I could eat the salt off your lost faded lips
(wishing he could take away your pain, hatred, and prejudice. That experienced before or after himself)

We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
(They could limit the old times to a pedestal, never truly trust each other and keep ‘playing’, whilst poisoning their minds)

We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change
(They could pretend do it better, say the right thing over. Only to be easily molded; untrue to themselves/reality of what became)

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she’s bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
(She’s smart, and could read his mind, expressions and mannerisms, miles away. Words ineffective, he’s an open book)

But it’s different now that I’m poor and aging
I’ll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
(As many times before, his own emptiness swallowed himself whole. Last line accepts how significant others may treat him with contempt. And as so, he’s alright seeing them go spiralling down the road he’s all too familiar with)

It’s in the way that she posed
It’s in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She’s always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
It’s in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart
(Little details as to why he’s always held her dear in his heart. And yet, he was still able to become bored. Possibly due to her straightforwardness, loving, honest ways; unwillingness to ‘play’. Her always calling his bluff gives the impression that she really knows him, and he couldn’t have the childish fun of pretending as with others)


This is obstacle 1.

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Interpol - Next Exit