This is so amazing. I'm not a classical music student, but this feels like a level of Mozart, a Brahms, and other geniuses with what he is doing here. seriously.
I sit here shooting blanks Out at emptiness Ain't nothing really wanna kill Maybe time I guess I sit and spin the world on it's flipside And listen backwards for meaning cus I'm a stickman I live with one dimension dead Trying not to think too many moves ahead I draw from memory The stillest kind of life I cut slide after slide Mental pain's the sharpest knife Project what's done so everything's in phase To me they're color reversals and I'm a stickman in frames that go one by one If I sped it up you'll see I'm on the run From some monster off screen killing sons Lonely makes me blue Envy turns me green Hate might paint me red if I load my magazine But not just now, when it's easy to stay clean When no one sees where I'm bleeding. I'm a stickman in black and everything is clear Empty in fact, but for the fact I'm here Loading my blanks to make a silent sound So make me smile to make the cruel clown Who drew me this way frown
probably listened to this 20 times on repeat now
The lyrical weight of this has always jarred me. It's my favorite. Makes even more sense if you think "stickman" = sick man, God bless that dude.
This is so amazing. I'm not a classical music student, but this feels like a level of Mozart, a Brahms, and other geniuses with what he is doing here. seriously.
Very much so.
"But not just now when it's easy to stay clean
And no one sees where I'm bleeding" -The Stickman
The FUCKING reverse drums
Damn. Great catch, just like how he says “listen backwards for meaning”. What an absolute and remarkable genius and artist.
Love those insanely deep drums lol never noticed them without headphones, but I haven’t listened to this version much
this is so good
This is the best one so far
Fav iteration. And I just read dude's comment pointing out the reversed drums. (Never would have caught/IDed on my own.) Goddamnit E. 🤌🏻 BENNE
we miss u elliott
I sit here shooting blanks
Out at emptiness
Ain't nothing really wanna kill
Maybe time I guess
I sit and spin the world on it's flipside
And listen backwards for meaning
cus I'm a stickman
I live with one dimension dead
Trying not to think too many moves ahead
I draw from memory
The stillest kind of life
I cut slide after slide
Mental pain's the sharpest knife
Project what's done so everything's in phase
To me they're color reversals
and I'm a stickman in frames that go one by one
If I sped it up you'll see I'm on the run
From some monster off screen killing sons
Lonely makes me blue
Envy turns me green
Hate might paint me red if I load my magazine
But not just now, when it's easy to stay clean
When no one sees where I'm bleeding.
I'm a stickman in black and everything is clear
Empty in fact, but for the fact I'm here
Loading my blanks to make a silent sound
So make me smile to make the cruel clown
Who drew me this way frown
Turns out stickmen are extremely cool.
Le sigh.