Feeling the Lyrics – Warmth (Bastille)

This time… something that’s a little different.

I’m going to play a song and try to pour out the emotions I receive from the song. Simple enough, and kinda interesting for me. The video link above is (as you can plainly see) the Capitol Studios version of Warmth by Bastille, the British pop rock band who made the popular song titled Pompeii. Warmth is from their newest album called Wild World, and it’s a solid second album. I do recommend picking it up if you like meaningful music tied to modern upbeat melodies, and a damn fine English accent.I honestly love this more orchestral version of the song. It really brings out the emotion of the lyrics just that bit more.

Anyway, let’s start.

Never good, just the bad and the ugly
Laid in front of you.
Nothing quite like seeing the world through the TV’s window.


Feeling helpless, I look for distraction.
I go searching for you,
Wandering through our city to find some solace at your door.

Already I’m feeling lost… it’s an all-too-familiar feeling of being alone. Feeling like every second you’re not spending with someone you care about is a waste… it always happens to me… perhaps too frequently. I guess that’s why I fill this void with gaming and music.

I can’t stop thinking about it.
I can’t stop thinking about it.

“Tell me, did you see the news tonight?”

Another conversation filler… one meant to provoke people’s minds in a supposed stimulating and thoughtful way. However, oftentimes it seems that the media twists and bends things so thoughtlessly just to get more attention, more publicity, and more demand. Hence why I just look at the facts of what actually happened. I don’t necessarily want to hear about what other people said. I wanna know what Trump actually said, or what the police actually did. It turns me off when some arrogant and/or ignorant people just wanna blurt something out… when they feel that their uninformed opinion is so much more superior than any other opinion ever conceived or to be conceived. and I know I’ve been prone to that line of thinking one too many times. I learned it the hard way.

Hold me in this wild, wild world…
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be,
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get.

Hold me in this wild, wild world…
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be,
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get..

So, draw me close…

Of course, now I crave a woman (whom I love) to hold me in their honestly loving arms… to fill this void of self-hatred in my heart. I want this woman to say that she trusts in me. I long for a woman who will encourage me endlessly, and be deeply appreciative of what little I have. I’ve lived a childhood where everything was pre-determined by my parents because I was never mature enough to decide for myself. But, even as I continue my university degree, they tell me that I can’t decide to stay at home and enjoy my holidays as I wish.

No, I have to study in my holidays because I am being educated in a medical profession. They assume the textbook of radiography is closed and perfect. I have to become a soulless machine that regurgitates a master textbook’s information, because of the nature of my university degree. I must imitate the South-East Asian students: students whose sole purpose is to regurgitate information verbatim in their long-term memory. These students mostly end up becoming people with no ingenuity… with little to no liberty to see things from a different perspective… intolerant of being correct and incorrect in more ways than one. And the beautiful thing is, THIS is one of the MANY reasons my parents fled their quê hương their birthland. Oh, the irony… they are victims of what they fear, and they don’t even know it.

And not only that, but they also wish for me to work during the holidays, and to learn how to drive, because I must “pay off the car” so that I may own a vehicle for myself, and to further serve as a driver for my possibly soon-to-be sickly parents. The very problem with that is… well, I don’t like dealing with money, full stop. I just have such a deep hatred for money that I simply wish people would stop using money, and stop talking about money. It just brings out the worst in all of us. It is one of the world’s biggest barriers in providing worldwide equity and harmony to all, in my opinion. It’s holding back humanity. Moreover, I’ve always felt underappreciated for all the things I do in their service too… that neither of them are humbly thanking me for my efforts, and that they simply wish to destroy my soul by excessively criticising me.

Now, I would expand upon both topics, but that would be side-tracking a bit too much. So, back to the lyrics…

So come on, let’s forget the emotion.
Tie the blinkers on.
Hold both hands right over my eyes.
Deafen me with music

‘Till we’re lost in the heat of the moment,
And I’m moving in you.
Help me keep these hours alive.
Help me chase those seconds.

To be intimate with the one you love… to be close and loyal to them, and to feel integral to their life in a positive way… Is this not the dream of every person in this world? Clearly, I feel this way as I listen to Dan’s suave and intoxicating voice. I’m imagining my ideal girl named Misaki Riako (from 愛たい – I Want Love, an old post I did). She’s lying beside me, on my bed, and she’s smiling sweetly at me. She holds my cheeks in her palms and she kisses my lips with her eyes closed, followed by a tight hug and then… well, I guess the rest is for the ADULT mind to fill in.

And as Dan says those last two lines, I imagine a jump cut to watching her dancing in a cascade of sakura blossom petals, smiling in her school uniform as she reaches both arms out, inviting me to dance with her.

I just keep talking about it,
But I’ll do nothing about it.

“Tell me, did you see the news last night?”

This reminds me of my empty promises, one of which was visiting my ex-girlfriend’s home while I was still dating her. It reminds me of how falsely optimistic I was… how my parents were right, and that I was just bound to be 100% wrong every time. It reminds me of how meaningless my life feels, how everything I think is correct is most likely all lies and trickery, from my ideas of justice and world peace, to believing whether I even fed the fish today. I can’t help but feel so distrusting of everything and everyone nowadays. I can’t stop being on edge. It’s the only thing I trust myself doing. Nothing else…

Hold me in this wild, wild world…
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be,
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get.

Hold me in this wild, wild world…
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be,
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get..

Now, draw me close…

Now, it reminds me of holding my dear Riako-chan in my arms, and feeling her heartbeat, her rising and falling chest, and her calm exhalations upon my neck. We lie upon our bed as an engaged couple, interlocking our hands together as she lies on top of me.

Hold me in this wild, wild world…

The following instrumental picks up, and the scene then jump cuts to the both of us dancing gracefully as the blossom petals shower us in a spring meadow, the sun gently shining over the field and our ecstatic faces.

Hold me in this wild, wild world…
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be,
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get.

Hold me in this wild, wild world…
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be,
(In your heat, I forget. In your heat, I forget.)
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get.
(In your heat, I forget. In your heat, I forget.)

So, draw me close. Draw me close…

And finally, it jump cuts to Dan playing his piano with his band and the accompanying orchestra, with the wonderful crescendo and the vibrato in his voice resonating throughout my mind. God, can we just take a moment to just appreciate how soothing his voice is? It’s never shrill, since his falsetto notes are always strong enough for the words to be audible, yet they still convey the mood of the song very well. I love it… love it to death.

So that’s it, dear reader. I hope you enjoyed this little spiel on how I enjoy Warmth by Bastille. If you liked it, please show your support by hitting that Like button at the bottom of the article. Comment on what YOU feel with the song, or comment on what your favourite song reminds you.

As always, thank you sincerely for reading, and DFTBA! (That’s “Don’t forget to be awesome!”, in case you forgot!)

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