love letter to self (lucky again) 🤝 letter of intent (paradise)
we were lucky once, I could be lucky again → I was lucky once, I could be lucky again 🤝 I'm not gonna spend another night of dreaming of what could've been 'Cause I know I'm the only one in charge of when my ships come sailing in
All of Those Voices (just get there your own way)
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i’m catching up on tsv, i think something that eskew prod does extremely well is using horror absurdism to capture the absurd horror of capitalism. it’s clear in eskew too, but i think it’s especially fantastic in the silt verses. the casualness with which sacrifice is discussed. how red lobster has a god that has and continues to take human sacrifice, and so do cereal companies, cops, and the grueling start up that has a “fun room”. it captures EXTREMELY well how it feels to live under capitalism, that you’re constantly bombarded with horrible things, discussed cheerily in a nice tone. the way it’s simultaneously numbing, hysterical, and horrifying. i think i was especially fond of how in ep 39, protest against sacrifice was taken as radical, a propostorus, idealistic thing that’s just so SILLY it’s not even worth considering, something that feels very real to revolutionary organizing/protest irl. i also liked how despite the face, when everything gets down to it, when everything is about profit, all people come down to are bodies. all capitalism is a gaping maw, and it eats the poor and marginalized first, but doesn’t STOP eating just there. the very literalized version of this, where the profit wheel (and all that includes— war mongering, the prison industrial complex, wage labor, etc) is given a very real literal set of teeth, but the body count is the same. so the electric company has a god, and so it takes humans sacrifice. do real electric companies not have a very real human cost? overworked and underpaid labors looking to make rent, or well off comfortable employees no less likely to get the axe under profit margins, or the blood shed when colonizing in the first place, in clearing the space for the electric company to move in. is that not also a very real human sacrifice? the commercial aimed at elderly people talking about “back in my day, we would just talk about all this human sacrifice and find a compromise :)” is so bleakly hysterical, but is that not very accurate? that you can put a good face on it, but in the end what it comes down to is that you’re being sold the chance to be human fodder? that there is no glory or honor on a battlefield or in working yourself to death, just mud and shit and bodies to throw at problems. idk! i’m rambling but it’s a deeply engaging podcast.
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“Oh, there was Heaven in your eyes
I was not baptized
Everything's alright when
She calls me back, she calls me back
Lost for a long time
Two parallel lines”
“I could be an old tattoo
To remind me when I get bad news
That I do not exist to die”
“The radio is taunting me
Every song, a minor key
And I don't get much sleep most nights
I'm seeing you in every dream”
“If only I could wake you up
If only I could fall asleep
I'll love you when the oceans dry
I'll love you when the rivers freeze”
“All the pain I should have saved
Oh, I was too afraid of livin' life in your footsteps
In your heart or in your way
Oh, I was too afraid of livin' life in your footsteps”
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the way Louis says “cinema” in Lucky Again scratches a very particular itch in my brain
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