Give Me Your Eyes

This is one of my favorite songs.

I discovered it in 10th grade. 88.5 would play it all the time, and during those four minutes I would scramble to write down as many lyrics as I could catch so I could Google them later and perhaps finally find the band that the song belonged to.

The CD is amazing, but it is this song that takes my breath away every time.

I listen to it and my brain stops whatever it is doing. It’s a reaction that I have to only a couple of songs–“Sometimes” by My Bloody Valentine and “Shampoo Suicide” by Broken Social Scene among them–which usually means that there is something very good, or at the least very meaningful, going on in my head.

This song is in turns romantic and wistful and incredibly sad. The lyrics cutting to precise meanings for whichever audience and a very specific emotional landscape for me in particular. I fall in love with it every time and for entirely different reasons each time.

I love the tinge of desperation in the singer’s voice to have his words be heard. I love the drums and the rising strike of the guitars.

I love the words.

and I could take another hit for you
and I could take away your trips from you
and I could take away the salt from your eyes
and take away the spitting salt in you
and I could give you my apologies
by handing over my neologies
and I could take away the shaking knees
and I could give you all the olive trees
oh look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here…

The other day I was telling a friend that this is one of the songs that I feel compelled to listen to when I am crushing on someone (or beyond crushing on someone), because it is so entirely evocative of the hammering feeling of nerves and whatever else that rises in my chest constantly under those circumstances.

I can’t believe I had never seen this video before. It’s interesting and beautiful to look at–but not necessarily what I had pictured in my head for a song that I adore so much. Perhaps I had been given too much time to inject myself into the song, and can’t take the concept of men in powdered wigs stealing my vision of the music away from me. It’s a difficult position to get into when you are frustrated with a band for not sharing your concept of their music. I am trying very hard not to be upset with Wolf Parade.

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