"Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion" is the one lyric that makes me fall in love with this song. The whole song is so cryptic and sad but at the same time not exactly self deprecating. It's like hearing someone with illusions of grandeur finally see reality for what it is and grieving for being deceived and told they were going to be this great thing their entire life.
fun fact: I made a cover (even thought the svp was made by rodent) and it had a spot for Kevin, so I assume Ghost put kevin out of the song title due to what happened to Deathbody.
This version gives off a total cult like vibes. Makes me wonder what a full on remix leaning on that cult angle would sound like. Maybe it could be sung in latin or something.
Hey, I was wondering if you could possibly do a slow and reverbed version of A Hundred Years Unresolved, when you have the time? It's one of GHOST's instrumentals, I can't find a slow and reverb version of it at all. Heck, there's seemingly no remixes of it whenever I search for them either, which seems odd for a GHOST song. I'm including a link to it here in the hopes of making this easier to do; th-cam.com/video/l9SVI89We6o/w-d-xo.htmlsi=vO99WMlFR5haeC3y
✭Heres the lyrics in case if anyone needs it :)✭ ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle Something theoretical, I guess It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be A line between the villains and the rest A cloudy day, run away on latent aripiprazole Missing what I reckon is a soul So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world Seeing things that cannot be retold A year ago, I was told that I would be a miracle Something theoretical, I guess It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be A line between the villains and the rest Nostalgia from a wall of barricaded faded memories Impartial to the carnal scenery Apparently, guarantees are only found peripherally Drinking to a total mystery Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either way Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either- Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond Pathological façade Don't you find it odd? Secretarial speaking Go on, praise me like a god Don't you find it odd? Go on, praise me like a god A couple unaware, laughter in the air after galling Falling head-first down a flight of stairs It's kinda like a pre-angelic bygone wannabe Who's heading towards God-knows-where Bye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime Gone without a reason or a rhyme So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world Where everybody's crooked by design A year ago, I was told that I would be a miracle Something theoretical, I guess It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be A line between the villains and the rest The towers gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all Knowing someone else would be appalled You're crying as you call out Halt and move on without someone that you think a lot about Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either way Well, no matter what I say It's confusing either- Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion The ending left misunderstood amnesia for a diorama love Who will I become? It's a bittersweetly never-ending phobia Who will I become? Never-ending phobia A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle) A cloudy day, run away on latent aripiprazole (Away on latent aripiprazole) A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle) Y'know, nostalgia from a dolled-up lucid dream is only clinical (Lucid dream is only clinical) A couple unaware, laughter in the air after falling (After falling) Goodbye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime (Goes the time turning on a dime) A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle) The tower's gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all (Silently rebuild it all) Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion The ending left misunderstood amnesia For a diorama love Who will I become? It's a bittersweet utopia Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond Pathological façade Don't you find it odd? Secretarial speaking Go on, praise me like a god Don't you find it odd? Go on, praise me like a god Don't you find it odd? Go on, praise me like a god
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"Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion" is the one lyric that makes me fall in love with this song.
The whole song is so cryptic and sad but at the same time not exactly self deprecating. It's like hearing someone with illusions of grandeur finally see reality for what it is and grieving for being deceived and told they were going to be this great thing their entire life.
“ ghost” the creator of the song said there is no actual meaning to the song
@@idontwannamakeahandleomg so what your saying is all theories are canon
personally I think its just a burnt out gifted kid song
@@waterkittytheshipper2474 That does align with what I've said
@@idontwannamakeahandleomg Well art is all about interpretation anyway
1:33 sounds so heavenly
The least come in last
Commands gives the master
Ghost may be fast
But ghost fans are faster
True
Fr
The feeling of existencial dread at 1am on a monday morning:
Reading this comment at one am on a monday morning hits different ngl
aint nobody faster
Somehow you made the Intruder from the Mandela Catalogue look scarier.
Bro it’s Sixxxx!
THANK YOU!! I wanted this song to be slower so I can understand Teto better and listen better to the melody
Listening to this at 3:30 am on a swing, the reverb here is godly I love it sm
This sounds like fukase and i kinda love it
Same
True
ok now i want his version
@@eizugan Satter made a Fukase cover
the beginning sounds sooo good here omg 😫
Everyone knows that Ghost and pals fans are faster than every source of speed combined.
Agreed
@cat-fuck1ng-a-handbag i love your user, i cant get the original audio with those exact words out of my head now.
true
This is just perfect ✨
Dwie kuźwa minuty
well that was fast. this is amazing lol
Actually, it was slower.
My ears are blessed thank you 🫂
1:18 is it me or did I hear the Voice by tamari in this part :'D
fun fact: I made a cover (even thought the svp was made by rodent) and it had a spot for Kevin, so I assume Ghost put kevin out of the song title due to what happened to Deathbody.
@@LynnieOfficialwhat happened to deathbody?
@@BELPHECROW people claimed to not hear asterian at all
I Tamar
3:39
This version gives off a total cult like vibes. Makes me wonder what a full on remix leaning on that cult angle would sound like. Maybe it could be sung in latin or something.
This makes me have a shift and I love it so much.
Hey, I was wondering if you could possibly do a slow and reverbed version of A Hundred Years Unresolved, when you have the time? It's one of GHOST's instrumentals, I can't find a slow and reverb version of it at all. Heck, there's seemingly no remixes of it whenever I search for them either, which seems odd for a GHOST song.
I'm including a link to it here in the hopes of making this easier to do; th-cam.com/video/l9SVI89We6o/w-d-xo.htmlsi=vO99WMlFR5haeC3y
This gives me an idea
(If they haven’t made the ver yet)
@@ItsInkyHere47 Yeah, look like all there is, is nightcore, the original, and then a bunch of unrelated results when I check
@@ItsInkyHere47 Honestly hope someone does it, it's one of my favorites and nobody seems to notice it
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✭Heres the lyrics in case if anyone needs it :)✭
⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇
A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle
Something theoretical, I guess
It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be
A line between the villains and the rest
A cloudy day, run away on latent aripiprazole
Missing what I reckon is a soul
So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world
Seeing things that cannot be retold
A year ago, I was told that I would be a miracle
Something theoretical, I guess
It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be
A line between the villains and the rest
Nostalgia from a wall of barricaded faded memories
Impartial to the carnal scenery
Apparently, guarantees are only found peripherally
Drinking to a total mystery
Well, no matter what I say
It's confusing either way
Well, no matter what I say
It's confusing either-
Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are
In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond
Pathological façade
Don't you find it odd?
Secretarial speaking
Go on, praise me like a god
Don't you find it odd?
Go on, praise me like a god
A couple unaware, laughter in the air after galling
Falling head-first down a flight of stairs
It's kinda like a pre-angelic bygone wannabe
Who's heading towards God-knows-where
Bye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime
Gone without a reason or a rhyme
So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world
Where everybody's crooked by design
A year ago, I was told that I would be a miracle
Something theoretical, I guess
It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be
A line between the villains and the rest
The towers gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all
Knowing someone else would be appalled
You're crying as you call out
Halt and move on without someone that you think a lot about
Well, no matter what I say
It's confusing either way
Well, no matter what I say
It's confusing either-
Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion
The ending left misunderstood amnesia for a diorama love
Who will I become?
It's a bittersweetly never-ending phobia
Who will I become?
Never-ending phobia
A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle)
A cloudy day, run away on latent aripiprazole (Away on latent aripiprazole)
A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle)
Y'know, nostalgia from a dolled-up lucid dream is only clinical (Lucid dream is only clinical)
A couple unaware, laughter in the air after falling (After falling)
Goodbye-bye-bye goes the time, turning on a dime (Goes the time turning on a dime)
A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle (I would be a miracle)
The tower's gonna fall, and you'll silently rebuild it all (Silently rebuild it all)
Sunday was jarringly redone; a faulty illusion
The ending left misunderstood amnesia
For a diorama love
Who will I become?
It's a bittersweet utopia
Stars always watching from afar, turning who you are
In the end, it left me delicately scarred beyond
Pathological façade
Don't you find it odd?
Secretarial speaking
Go on, praise me like a god
Don't you find it odd?
Go on, praise me like a god
Don't you find it odd?
Go on, praise me like a god