Donated her eyes,
Donated her eyes to feel her actual senses,
sweet 16, to feel what life was like
Donated her eyes to feel life as she imagined it.
Miasmal Smoke And The Yellow-Bellied Freaks. I am predisposed to like songs with complicated titles, especially if the title never appears in the song, such as in this case. I’ll admit that. But this song by Wintersleep (an awesome band introduced to me by my friend Alex, because he knows about cooler bands than I do) is far more than a simple song. It’s an experience. Over 8 minutes long, it features a long instrumental opening which takes you on a journey through discovery, hope, and, finally, long-yearned-for, transcendental joy. Or at least that’s the journey it takes me on. Yours might be different.
Back to the inspirational lyrics in question: Donated her eyes to feel life as she imagined it. What a beautiful image. Wintersleep tends to use poetic and cryptic lyrics (my favorite) and I won’t pretend to know the full meaning they intended. But I can connect with the idea of sacrificing something precious in order to gain something even more precious… life as you imagined it.
If we could actually obtain life as we imagined it through the sacrifice of our eyes, I doubt there would be a person left with them.
Wintersleep is fertile ground for inspiration. I think more photos based on them will be coming, and probably more based on this one song.
And as a special treat for everyone, here are the correct and complete lyrics, which, to my knowledge, don’t exist on the Web anywhere else.
Donated her eyes when she was young and shy hated her awkward breasts and filled the yawning skylines
With kisses sweet, to hear existence beat, to hold it tangible and drifting, ever so gently sifting summer sky
Donated her eyes, donated her eyes to feel her actual senses, sweet 16, to feel what life was like
Donated her eyes to feel life as she imagined it
Go back to sleep you yellow bellied freaks, afraid of God and modern science
Go back to sleep, if I could only sleep, if I could stop imagining if my dreams weren’t after me
Through piss and sweaty blankets, the deafening hum of some great silence
The jingle jangling heat, the strangling sheets, terrible and fucking meaningless