This song continues the theme about the girl's guardian angels not being able to find her (see below if you don't know what I'm talking about). The high voice is the girl singing about how shitty she feels, and the low, grandpa-ish voices are the angels wondering where she is.
Again, that old unconscious mind o' mine was up to its old tricks, makin' me realize I was writing a song about something I didn't know I was writing about. When I listened to the song shortly after recording it, I realized the angels' discourse, as well as the girl saying, "this is such a stupid day cuz my angels went away," makes me think about how I miss my cats, who have passed. I think there's a part of my brain that's still looking for them, even though consciously, I know they're not here anymore.
There's a scientific basis for that - clinical psychology research suggests that, when you lose someone you love, some part of your mind doesn't realize they're gone. Researchers state that the attachment system, which is the part of the brain that allows you to form bonds with loved ones, keeps on looking for those attachment figures after they're gone.
Yeah, that fits: There's a part o' me that's gonna be searching for those poor little kitties forever, I think.
Weird where are you
This is last week's song if you play it backwards.
Again, that old unconscious mind o' mine was up to its old tricks, makin' me realize I was writing a song about something I didn't know I was writing about. When I listened to the song shortly after recording it, I realized the angels' discourse, as well as the girl saying, "this is such a stupid day cuz my angels went away," makes me think about how I miss my cats, who have passed. I think there's a part of my brain that's still looking for them, even though consciously, I know they're not here anymore.
There's a scientific basis for that - clinical psychology research suggests that, when you lose someone you love, some part of your mind doesn't realize they're gone. Researchers state that the attachment system, which is the part of the brain that allows you to form bonds with loved ones, keeps on looking for those attachment figures after they're gone.
Yeah, that fits: There's a part o' me that's gonna be searching for those poor little kitties forever, I think.
Weird where are you
This is last week's song if you play it backwards.
The lyrics are:
Hiding in
the closet from / Where are you
Things that
make me think I’m dumb / Where are you
Where are
you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)
All the
teachers told me that / Where are you
I am stupid
and a brat / Where are you
Where are
you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)
We cannot
see here and she cannot see us
And it feels
like she did disappear the day she got onto that bus
Wish we
could protect her but it feel s like she is far away
Did the
school infect her we don’t know we cannot say
And she
wonders did we disappear into the dawn
Lightning in
the thunder and she thinks that we are gone
We would
like to talk to her and tell her we are here
And we will
protect her from the things that give her fear
This is such
a stupid day / where are you
Cuz my
angels went away / where are you
Where are
you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)
One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school.
Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors
in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.!
Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a
song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing
and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that
poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any
event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process
my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there
impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like,
having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at
Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.
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