song of the day. #59 #music

song of the day.

Don’t worry. I’m not planning a funeral. Not for myself or anyone else. I just love the song.

According to Ben Bridwell (lead singer) it’s not really about a funeral anyway…

The basis of The Funeral was just really the start of me whining about my aversion to social occasions and Holidays. The pressure of say New Year’s being the best party night of your life, or Christmas being this forced togetherness. I was quite the pessimist in those days when I wrote the song.

Now I quite like the forced togetherness and celebration around meaningful holidays. I still think a lot of them are dogshit in origin, but can enjoy the party in my new-found mellowness. I think I added some more personal story in the song concerning mortality and probably related it to a romance at the time, but I haven’t thought about it for so long. I’ve blocked it from my memory enough to still enjoy playing the song every night.
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So Ben has gotten over his aversion. I have not. Ever the pessimist. My glass isn’t half-empty… it’s cracked into bits and shards of glass are everywhere. And I hate the ‘obligation‘ to enjoy gatherings. Most of the time, I just fake it the whole time. Totally exhausting. I’m sure it’s my embarrassment over my crappy life. Everyone updates us on their lives… all the good things, maybe a few bad. I have no good things. It’s all bad. So I mostly say nothing as I have nothing worthwhile to contribute.

Yeah… those events are hell for me. I enjoy baking for them and tasting all sorts of great food. That’s about it. I love to see Mom, but I’d rather visit on my own.

Anyway… that was way more info and intro than I intended.

Maybe ignore me and just listen to the song… (I know, too late…)

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The Funeral | Band of Horses

I’m coming up only to hold you under
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard, we wonder
To know you, all wrong we were

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Really too late to call, so
We wait for
Morning to wake you, that’s all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion, I’ll be ready for the funeral
Every occasion, once more, it’s called the funeral
Every occasion, know I’m ready for the funeral
Every occasion, oh, one billion-day funeral

I’m coming up only to show you down, for
I’m coming up only to show you wrong

To the outside the dead leaves, they’re on the lawn
Before they died, had trees to hang their hope

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

At every occasion, I’ll be ready for the funeral
Every occasion, once more, it’s called the funeral
Every occasion, know I’m ready for the funeral
Every occasion, oh, one billion-day funeral

[Written by Ben Bridwell, Timothy Ian Meinig, Christopher Early]

song of the day

song of the day

Obviously I am not the owner of any rights to this song, video, or lyrics… just everything else… ©2018 what sandra thinks

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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9 Responses to song of the day. #59 #music

  1. Great song and interesting commentary. I reckon you should do a “song a day”!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Love this song! You should download the live version from Spotify. It’s goosebumpy.

    Liked by 1 person

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