i thought that without you, it would be the end. the end of everything. in fact, i hoped that it would be the end of everything. i no longer wanted to see and feel, to hope and dream.
but it was not the end. a rebirth was occurring, all over the land, in every country, in every town and city, in every chapel and basilica, in every castle and mansion, in every home, every kitchen and parlour…
it was as though the whole world had been betrayed, and then stood up, brushed itself off collectively, and thumbed its nose at any who would defy its ingenuity and endurance; laughed in the face of all who would question its superior survival skills.
i thrived in this new time. i created so much beautiful art and music. people adored my beautiful work, and thus they adored me. i was known and loved for my talents, by all the richest and most powerful families; i was cherished by my patrons, and coveted by their enemies. i was inspired and inspiring. it was my betrayal that inspired me, my duplicity and veneer that made me inspiring. despite – or maybe because of – all my riches, i felt like a shell.
sometimes others can say it better (how we feel at these times, on top of the world but as low as we can get):
i’m giving in to a greater sensation
i’m giving it all tonight
i’m in it for the duration
And you’re gonna give it all tonight
and i know you want me
i know you need me
i know i can win it in one
i know you’ll give me
i know you’ll have me
i’m done and coming undone
and you’ll love me the way you love me
when you’re under my cover
You’ll have me the way you have me
and i’ll call you lover
and I’m hedging my bets
and taking a fall
i’ll throw up my arms
and risk it all
The Chicago wunderkind's debut album is half lo-fi hip-hop pianos and breakneck drumming, half polished pop songs full of orchestral arrangements and whimsical but melancholic melodies. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 23, 2020