Sleeper 1972-Manchester Orchestra
I was reading a blog of random thoughts from the musician William Fitzsimmons.
He dared: listen to ‘Sleeper 1972’ by Manchester Orchestra and don’t cry.
The lyrics are terribly mundane. The track is simultaneously haunting and peaceful…mimicking a funeral with keyboard tones that sound like an organ …fitting the meaning of the song.
I am not trying to be sad or depressing, I simply appreciate a good song, even if it is sad.
Too many people underestimate the beauty of a slower song.
This song is beautiful. Don’t just read the lyrics, listen. Just take a few minutes to listen.
When my dad died the worms ate out both his eyes.
His soul flew right up in the sky and I cried myself to sleep.
My mother lies alone on her back at night.
Adding up hours till her demise, she counts herself to sleep.
When my sister finds my body closed up like the blinds,
I tell her I promise its fine, but she cries herself to sleep.
The men in black ties arrive at the house in surprise.
To find a little girl by your side in the wood box where you’re sleeping.
I still see you inside of this God-awful house
You move awfully quiet now
And I still feel you everywhere
You told me this has always been worth living,
But what’s really worth living anymore?
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