I was going to dedicate this post to bragging all about my wonderful time at Hangout Fest, but if you follow me on any social media, I have sufficiently, (and obnoxiously), done that. And I really wish that I was sorry about it. Instead, I am going to try to dedicate one post a week to a band/artist I will be seeing at Lollapalooza in August.
So, for post number one, let's talk about Manchester Orchestra, and more specifically, their newest musical venture: Cope.
First of all, I loved it instantly. By the time I got to The Ocean, I knew that this was going to be my favorite album of theirs, and every time I listen to it, I am even more convinced of this.
Choose You:
The invention of the ship was the invention of the shipwreck. I tried to find out who I was by jumping off the deck.
With all things that are created, in turn, comes the ability of said things to be destroyed or harmed. With all "good" things comes the equally "bad" counterpart. The emotional capacity that allows us to love, also allows us to hate. It's a choice that we make every day.
So, with your choices, are you choosing to create something or destroy it?
And I don't, I won't, I don't choose you...
Or can you do both at the same time?
Girl Harbor:
There is a name for men like you inside the dark, and I know your faults. I know the way you write them off. I don't want anything to do with it no more.
Think of a time when you've cared for someone with a flaw or two. That should be everyone you care about. Often those people return that affection despite your own flaws. The people that we can't quite get to are those that pretend they have none, or at least can't admit them to someone intimately, (out of a fear of weakness, no less). I know I have been guilty of this in the past, and it cost me.
The Ocean
I hope you don't choke on that last passive word that you keep in your throat.
Sticks and stones, love.
All That I Really Wanted
Nobody thinks you're actually right. It feels like a battle; it's more like a fight. You always bark, you never bite. I don't believe it.
Indentions
I think this may be my favorite song from Cope. It's very simple, but the lyrics hit me in the gut.
What a nightmare it seemed, to honestly think anything. I won't leave indentions of me.
I sometimes do this thing, where I slowly back away from people when I feel there is a chance I may get hurt. I remove myself slowly, so when I'm actually gone, I'll barely be remembered anyway. It's what I feel myself doing now. I travel constantly, and come fall, I have no idea where my future is headed, and I'm very aware that I'm, (possibly subconsciously), trying to distance myself from people that I care about. It's stupid.
It doesn't matter to me, I tell myself repeatedly.
Cope
Ahh, the raucous title track. I was talking with someone I met recently, and we were discussing how we fall in love with music. He is more concerned with the actual music, lyrics come later, but I tend to fall for lyrics first, then appreciate the actual music almost as an afterthought. But this song was different. I don't think the lyrics even registered with me the first two or three times I listened.
But finally, I heard:
If I do echo, I hope you never see, there is no one there that's waiting after me.
And I felt love again.
