Ain't that some shit tho. It only ever works temporarily, unless you're constantly drunk, and nobody can afford that consistently. The only real options are dealing with the memories, or dying.
I listened to all 6 albums of Everywhere at The End Of Time. I genuinely feel like a changed person. I listened to this afterward and gave my mom a hug. I did homework I've been procrastinating on. Picked up old journals I used to practice Korean with. How intensely one piece of art and one artist can change your life is incomprehensible.
Listened to Everywhere at the End of time and then literally started a screenplay the next day. The music completely moved me and crafted a story in my head
Kirby of game renown also gave Brian David Gilbert existential angst, so this is a door that can swing both ways. I wonder If Leyland Kirby is shaped like a friend?
is it sad that i dont find this sad but comfortable. It feels like everyday life. Mundane, kinda lonely with glimmers of sunshine peaking through the clouds once in a while that remind you why you keep waking up every morning. Its kinda happy in that regard.
I'm going through a tumultuous time in my early 30s right now. Musician, seen alot. But I experienced my first real drug addiction (and alcoholism) when I started working at a liquor store during covid. 3 years of my life gone. Paranoid, reclusive, lost my 5 year relationship, gained and lost friends along the way. Had an OD scare. And someone, coworker, that I considered family, a brother, aided in my relapsing last week. I cut him out, but I can't help but feel guilty for cutting him, as he did alot for me. But at the same time. Enabling. Anyway, I'm still having a hard time. Family is getting older, I'm seeing mortality finer than ever and I just really wish things turned out alittle different. I truly do. Anyway, I recently went out of town for work with my current band, slept on a couch, ate well, spent time with amazing people, missed my family so much, and realised, it's not all that bad. It's who you spend time with, or surround yourself with. Family first, amazing friends second, and overall take care of yourself. It's not easy, I'm crying as I type this and constantly struggle. This whole album got me through all of this, and originally that was my point. It's a melancholy joy. I'm sad but I'm not, I'm happy but I'm not. I'm just existing for the time. That's all. As long as I can look after my family. Fuck.
I'm in my early 30's as well. Been struggling with alcohol for some years now and it just gets worse and worse. Hopefully, I'll overcome it. But, damn, it's damaging. I also can relate to people getting older and older - and dying... Lost my grandfather back in 2020 and my grandmother in september 2022. Also one of my dogs august this year (of old age). Those times when life hits you really hard. But we need to keep going on.
@@Uzheral thank you for taking the time to share you story, and the events you have endured. I'm so sorry to hear of you losses, it never gets easier, and one of those hard pills of life to swallow. My thoughts are with you. I feel for you with the alcohol, it is a very dangerous substance and so accepted in our society. You are absolutely correct. You will overcome this, and as weird as it may sound. Overcoming something that usually takes people, is a different kind of strength, and you hold it. The card Weare dealt make it so easy to fall into that hole, and as cliche as it sounds, numbing the pain isn't the solution. Something my sister told me the other day, (I've been 10 months sober since I first left this comment, quick update) but she said it was heartbreaking to see me mourning a death that hasn't happened yet. I was so caught up in the grieving process that I was neglecting that time I could've been spending with my family. I was too fucked up on booze and coke, and blind to what really matters. I know you can do this, and Always keep reminding yourself that it is never too late to switch things up and start doing right. An added bonus is you prove anyone who doubts you wrong in such a satisfying way. Personal experience for me lol stay strong when you're ready to make the change and take action, stay committed to it, and you'll see so many positive results. Life is fucking rough, why not put up a good fight while we are here. Nothing but love to you my friend.
@@JoeJohnSoundsandVisuals friend, thank you very much for your kind and prompt response. It gives me great joy (and also hope!) to hear that you are doing so well since you first commented on this section. Let's keep going forward! You keep up the good work and I'll increase my efforts. Until 2024, my friend. We'll get stronger.
@@Uzheral of course friend, if this journey has taught me anything, it's to help others in similar predicaments. I only had a few close people along with me, mostly family. So grateful for that. But majority of the time I was alone, with my thoughts, cravings, unable to express how I felt. From that I learned to look within, something I have not done before, or in a very long time. Once you do that, you begin to heal, and build an internal foundation based on your principles and values you hold dear to your heart, and it ways, reprogram yourself. From there it blossoms. Sorry to rant, like I mentioned, I don't really get to talk about this much, so when I do have the chance, I tend to ramble. I'm working on getting better about that. Anywho, you're on the right path and mindset, keep on swinging!
@@JoeJohnSoundsandVisuals hello, friend! Sorry for my short disappearance. What you say rings true. Don't worry if you feel you are talking too much on the subject! Somethings we'd better let out. It helps us think and clear our minds and keep going on. I've been doing fine the past days. No alcohol since New Year's Eve. It's been only ten days, but it's something! I have a birthday party (of a friend's wife) this Saturday and this is where things might go awry. Dude is a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, he put me in this course like 12 years ago when we were in college. But I'll find a way around it! Again, thank you very much for your kind words of encouragement. Hope you are doing well.
I lost my mom less than two weeks ago. I'd listened to Everywhere at The End of Time previously as my grandmother has dementia before I found this today. This perfectly matches the melancholy tone this past week has been, still ruminating in loss, regret, fear, and confusion. But in the same sense I get slight tinges of understanding and hope, almost as if there are bright places despite currently living in dark times which I know there are. All of Leyland Kirby's work inspires me in a way I can't describe- from learning, emotional understanding and comparison. To give advice to anyone feeling down and out, or anyone who is losing someone slowly or has just lost someone close, please see the little glimmers of light and bask in them. Hug your mother, call your grandparents, write that book you've wanted to, go skydiving or even just sit outside. It doesn't matter what you do be with the people you love while they're still here and enjoy what you do while you still can
@@jacobwells8719 I cannot simply describe it to you. When you enter a flat or a house, you get hit with its smell. Sometimes it's something as obvious as cooked meal or cleaning agents but sometimes, especially when nobody has been living there for some time, you enter and get a weird mixture of all materials and stuff that is inside: paint, wood, cement, calx, fabrics, dust, mold, plants, all these things.
The art sets the mood perfectly; sitting by a long unplugged or dead phone. Waiting for a friend or lover to call; one you know never will. Mostly Empty, though with a small bit of hope that you'll hear that phone ring.
Standing by a phone is a concept many these days wont understand. I still remember my HS Sweetheart's phone number though I haven't dialed it in 35 years.
So, this is the other side of everywhere at the end of time. A family member quietly sitting at the phone after their death; thinking about all the time they should've spent with them not knowing that the other person didn't remember them let alne themself
that flower is a cempaxúchitl and it's meant to be used as a gift for the dead (it is used mostly for the "dia de muertos" here in mexico), it's a nice touch for a nice album
You mean a marigold? (Edit: yes I'm aware it has a different name in Spanish but your comment is in English so I don't get why you don't just say marigold)
All things will be lost to us, sooner or later. All things will end, and we will cry out for agency; for some choice in how much time we are allowed with those we cherish, but it will never be enough. You have taught me this without ever speaking a word to me, and I will live my whole life grateful for it. I will cherish every moment. I will relish in every second. I owe that to you.
I read a poem long ago that had a line in it about how the drunk character in the poem had given up on life because he was the last. My MIL was also the last of her family to die and she hated it. She was very not ready for death. Moral of the story is to be always ready for death.
@@rattyboy-private8744 One thing I've struggled to accept is that one day, I will die. I will lose my loved ones. Death and life are part of one another, my bones will one day enrich the earth and cause new life to spring forth in some form or another. I find comfort in that.
You leave your hometown at 18, cut off everyone you used to know, 10 years later you come back to your hometown, just to find it a wasteland with no life; you find your home, in ruins destroyed, you fall onto your knees crying knowing you can never go back to before it happened, the somber music fills your head as you think to yourself “is this how it should’ve ended?”
“Im sorry, mylo” you think to yourself. You head back to the city, you enter your apartment, and drink all of your beer, cant handle the emotions; “I’ve failed you all” you mumble.. turning on a re run of old simpsons episodes, contemplating why you had to do that in the first place.
You blame yourself for everything that others did to him, it’s not your fault, but it feels like you caused everything wrong, you can’t stop but think “if only i had courage, mylo would have stayed, our old little town needed him.” But now, he is gone, not dead but has moved to l.a. wanting nothing to do with you. You are not you anymore, you are not ______, you are… #######
It is a deep emptiness which embodies the soul of existence. Some strive to understand it, working towards bringing light in order to perhaps gain meaning. In the end, it is always the same answer, which some may throw away, for they may be blinded, or choose to be blinded, by made-up concepts seeming just as beyond themselves as the reality of the darkness. In the end, though, it is this universal truth of black all round us that makes up our choices. We actively, through artificial satisfaction, try to make up for the fact that, through evolution of our capabilities to understand and think, we have become familiar of this omnipresent void. This deep meaninglessness in which we are encapsulated is everything we know of. And it pains us.
“I drink to forget, yet I slumber to remember, I do not know how, here or whatever, whatever I must endure, I know that I am sure, that I look into the *hidden deep sea below,* yet I forgotten, has it snowed?”
I’m listening to this, and just finished reading a sad book. The kind of book that forces you to turn around and think about loss and death, and the small beauty underneath. I don’t like to cry, but after all I’ve been through in life these are the kinds of books that get me. Reading the last words of that book with this playing, I can’t describe. It feels almost childish, maybe because I feel like I don’t deserve to cry about a book. But I’m just gonna sit here and cry. I’m gonna cry and let myself feel sad, let myself feel childish because the feeling of tears reminds me of being a young child.
Ah yes the perfect artwork to listen to after the chaos of the world outside. A truly mellow feel I get once I sit down looking at the sun down every nights while the music slowly fades into the background and the days slowly end and disappear. The disappearance of a bad day and the beginning of a better day only to be forgotten by the next in the constant cycle of remembrance and forgetting.
This album is wonderful. When I was at the kindergarten and we were sleeping, they were playing some songs like this one with a sad dramatic piano style. Listening to this somehow remembers me so many things that were left it the shadow for so long. I'd like to find more album like those.
Let's all remember to live every moment as a cherished priceless sublime gift that it is. And love as deeply, others. That is all that seems to be eternal in it's worth.
So I have a thought that I wanna share that came from the cover art, critique it if ya want: June 16, 2005 It's 9:23 PM. You're sitting in your apartment, awaiting change. It's not a big, luxurious place, but it's enough to keep you alive if you want to be so. You take a deep breathe, then suddenly heave. That smell. It _still_ lingers. The fire was put out three hours ago, why is it still here? It wasn't even a huge fire, you just weren't paying attention and set the microwave to five minutes instead of two. Resisting the urge to retch, you lay down on your bed, and look beside you to see a fake flower they gave to you a year ago, right beside your phone. Orange flowers typically represent enthusiasm and passion. Fitting at the time, wasn't it? Before, you were passionate about your craft; now you're just a forlorn of atoms struggling to stay in the crowd. Where do you fit in? ... You throw the flower away. Gramps was right about where you'd land in life. Now go to sleep. Things'll be different eventually. Ok my rambling is done, hope you enjoyed that-
Why did this always live in my mind but I've never heard it. It feels like what played when i watched my dad leave or when my step dad found out i was gay. It's a odd sense i love it and hate it I'm sobbing but looking for light
hey listen i was trying to sleep on that song and the piece at 20 minutes on the video keep making me see some field around 7-8 O'Clock in the afternoon and it just felt like someone told me "when the sun would be gone you will die" and I was looking at those field telling my self "all that. all my possession and accomplishement. there are worthy. and I will have to left it all behind. those are mine this utopia I fight the living shit out of me for it and I menage to win now I got to go? who know what shitty life reside on the other side?" and I just watched in a mix of serenity and apathy.....
_Timestamps for all 40 tracks_ 0:00 One 7:36 Two 10:47 Three 12:35 Four 19:08 Five 22:16 Six 25:17 Seven 31:56 Eight 36:50 Nine 38:18 Ten 49:21 Eleven 59:00 Twelve 1:01:31 Thirteen 1:02:51 Fourteen 1:04:17 Fifteen 1:10:27 Sixteen 1:12:48 Seventeen 1:14:29 Eighteen 1:19:35 Nineteen 1:22:40 Twenty 1:24:10 Twenty-One 1:27:16 Twenty-Two 1:30:39 Twenty-Three 1:33:10 Twenty-Four 1:36:45 Twenty-Five 1:40:16 Twenty-Six 1:43:04 Twenty-Seven 1:54:19 Twenty-Eight 1:59:13 Twenty-Nine 2:02:29 Thirty 2:04:56 Thirty-One 2:25:38 Thirty-Two 2:31:59 Thirty-Three 2:35:21 Thirty-Four 2:41:28 Thirty-Five 2:44:55 Thirty-Six 2:48:15 Thirty-Seven 2:51:36 Thirty-Eight 2:59:38 Thirty-Nine 3:04:48 Forty I just now realized as I'm writing these that each track likely represents a year in Kirby's life up to year 40, since it was released on his 40th birthday.
Perfect. Love the painting, music is lame. Will use as an example when someone says, "Anyone can make ambient music." But not everyone can do it well. FACT.
Ask me about my cohort who used Gary Jules "Mad World" for literally every short film he made. This was at "the nations top art school." He was there on a full scholarship! Academia = a joke.
It's a great album isn't it? If you like this try checking out some of the other stuff on the channel by Delphi Solis, A Name For Both Of Us, or Gas. A lot of somewhat similar ambient vibes. Thanks for listening!
The spring air sighed heavy with cool moisture, the smell of rain clinging to rocky soil. Delilah found it hard to believe that the land they lived on had once been swampy and wet, long before the last of the old world passed on, long before the final war and the eruption covering the continent in ash and shadow. She had trouble thinking about that time, when the last mortals were around. She felt it tugging at the tears behind her eyes, massaging the grief in her ribs. That was a long time ago. The world had begun to rebuild itself anew, with or without their presence. The sun shined again. The river flowed with clean water and small fish. Grass and grain sprung up from the ground around their ankles. The fishbowl firmament above them rimmed with gray and lightning on all edges. Randy had come up behind her, kissed the top of her head, squeezed her shoulder, sensing her pain. She turned and hugged him around the waist. "I miss them so much," she mumbled into his chest. "I miss everyone." "Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "I know. I know." (from a story im working on)
This is a masterpiece and I can feel the emotion squiggling between every piano chord and beat. Please continue to make more of this, fine human creator.
The first time that I started listening to EATEOT, I thought it was creepy and just dark but after hearing the album multiple times I get a sense of comfort among the distortions and chaotic noise so every time I feel like shit, I would just listen to the Caretaker and the chaos that I hear in the album and the chaotic experience in my day as college student would just feel normal amongst his music
Everything that has a beginning has an end. Everything, every place, every love, every smile, every suffering, everything that exists will end in a quiet, placid sigh, only to be reborn, again and again.
Oh wow. I've never heard anything like this. Someone mentioned this guy's name on Euology For The Caretaker by Moody Good. Had to see what it was all about. Not one bit disappointed. Just found two new artists I instantly fell in love with.
Today hasn’t felt like a real day. My great grandpa passed away, I felt like I lost my friend I’ve known for my whole life due to drifting apart, and even an attempted assassination on a former president. All I could really do is listen to this album and talk to one of my closest friends. I talked to her for an hour and she’s one of the reasons I keep living yet I can’t even tell her that I love her through text. I harmed myself a few times over the past few months because I lost so much of my self worth because of being in abused in a relationship for over a year. Venting to a TH-cam comment section at 1:00AM is definitely a choice I’ve made now and I’ll probably get reminders every few months when I go back to listen to this album and hopefully I can look back and see how I’ve improved along with all the other comments getting small edits over time
this might be weird, since i don't even know what you're going through and i'm just a stranger and all but... if there may be a lot of things that drain you silently, thoughts that provoke you badly, you might have a lot of life struggles that have been there for so long. you deal with so many frustrations, fight with inner demons, survive through harrowing situations. i want to say that you're worthy of something. i want to say that everything is going to be okay someday, but it sounds a tad too selfish when i can't see you up close. and i don't even know you. because telling people they're good when they're not, does not help that much. telling people that they shouldn't because they're unique does not help because those people know they're not doing okay. those people know they're not good. those people know they're not unique because there's someone in the world who's just better than them. so many people come through this tough time but no one seems to be able to convey the right message. it's not about being good enough for yourself, it's about being good enough for other people. that's why they want to end up their lives not because they're not good enough for themselves but because they're not good enough themselves. the one thing you have to think of yourself is that you don't have to be good enough for everyone else, if you don't even have to be good enough for yourself. and thinking about that is so hard, like breathing feels so heavy and painful, everything is so stressful, and despite you trying your best, something else, or maybe something you thought you had conquered before started resurfacing again. it's heartbreaking when such experiences drives us to feel that we're uncapable of being loved. nobody should feel that way, and whoever made you feel like that haven't seen your worth. they want you to feel like that to hurt you, until you're left thinking maybe you deserve it after all. that in itself is painful and feels exhausting to deal with everyday. we feel so broken inside. but you know... there's this cool japanese technique about fixing stuff. it's called kintsugi where broken plates were repaired with gold. they sure aren't the same as before, but became something else just as beautiful. oftentimes, beautiful isn't just about its physical appearance. because the most beautiful things are fragile and easily broken, hurt, destroyed. and you know? if something's exterior have been ruptured so much it deems unrecognizable, there's always the inside. the true beauty is in the inside. but the sad part is that we can't acknowledge this part of ourselves because we're already in too deep of telling the mirror's reflection, "you're ugly. you deserve this pain. you're nothing." but darling, that's not you at all. it's hard not to mind other people's judgments, but trust me. sometimes when you're in too deep with their bad opinions, it creates an illusion for you to think that you're what they say you are. it also creates a chasm, wherein you don't hear all the good things other people say because you are too focused on your bad. but i know that you're a lot more wonderful, beautiful and special than you ever give yourself credit for. and even so, for you to be here despite everything you've gone through, i am so so proud of you for still hangin on. i may not know you, but i know for sure that you deserve a lot of good things in life. your existence, despite me not knowing you personally, is really wonderful. know that you're loveable. that you matter. that you're valid. even though a part of you says you aren't so. that part of you is hurt. it's scared. it felt like you deserve this pain. trust me, you don't. let's take some time to heal, though it's hard to be with the circumstances, know that you'll reach a place, or someone, that would make you feel safe. tell yourself you don’t deserve the bad things that happen to you. you never did, okay? don't make yourself feel guilty about something you can't do, or what people said about you. you might not be perfect, but that's because no one is. you're a human, dear. humans have limitations, and humans aren't meant to be alone too. that's not how we're made. so that's why you don't have to do this on your own. you don't have any reason to live anymore? then i'll help you make one, something that'd make you happy... and while we're still not on that part yet, please allow yourself to take some rests, and take care of yourself, even during the bad days. It's alright to cry. but please please please don't hurt yourself, if that may be the case. you may not feel good today, you may feel inadequate and worthless. life would really suck right now, but truthfully, that is what life is. everything would be alright in the end, if it's still not okay then it's still not the end. i want to see through this with you, i want to see you be happy and successful and safe. i'll pray for you. you'll be okay. please trust this random person in the internet. i want you to live. but i don't want you to just exist. you deserve to feel alive. you deserve food, pleasure, rest. you deserve the stuff you have and love. you deserve life. you deserve the sky, the sun, the stars and moon above you, to which you look at and think what's good about you. and you know what? it's everything. you deserve everything, even if you think you don't. you can't always be strong and happy... sometimes being alive is just enough. i'll pray for you everyday. i want you to know that i care for you with my every being and i want you to realize that you're important not just for me- who doesn't even know you personally- but for everyone else who is yet to know you too and loves you genuinely. i love you dude/ dudette/ non-dude, take care of yourself okay? just this once. you'll get there. a good tomorrow is coming, and i 'm hoping we could see it together. i love you.
la primera vez que llegue aquí, tuve un mental breakdown a los 10 minutos del álbum, han pasado 5 años desde entonces, y bajo las mismas emociones, nuevamente lloré
We drink to forget the coming storm... But soon that is the last thing you want to do... And you don't even have a choice... Soon you will forget everything you ever knew... Your family, your friends... You name it... But as for right now We drink to forget the coming storm...
I once read a comment under an other album from kirby saying: "it's intresting how albums from the caretaker project are about the past fading, and albums from Leyland kirby are about the future fading."
So I miss the 2000's. Big whoop, I'm sure a lot of Gen Z kids miss the 2000's, but when I started listening to this album, I decided to put my feelings to paper, and I wrote a love letter to the 2000's. (text dump incoming) Hey, it's me. I know I haven't talked to you in a long time but I just want to see you again. Talk to you again. The time in my life where I am at just feels... flavorless. Bland. Unsatisfying. Dorceless. I like that word, dorceless. It's supposed to mean centerless, but my generation finds it funny for a whole different reason. We try to enjoy what originality we have in microscopic bursts, in-jokes that we share for maybe a week, rarely more. Glimpses of passion, of love, of flavor. I guess that's why I called you. My world just feels flavorless, or the flavors it does have are bitter, or sickly sweet. Corporations devouring eachother just like we thought they would, ridiculous works being created and published and making millions, like we thought they would. It feels as though the world is on a loop that started in 2015, maybe 2016. And ever since then, we're just revisiting past events in a new way. Controversy, killings, politics, there's even about to be a repeat of the dot-com bubble. Soon enough, I hope. Except now, that bubble is slowly killing the planet with how much electricity it's using. So why you? I apologise for my absence, it wasn't of my making. Chance had plans for me; I won't say they were bad plans, but I am far happier to be the person I am now than the person I was ten years ago. I'm not sure if I'm glad to have completely missed the financial crisis, because now I'll never know what one quite feels like. Well, perhaps not never, but I can say for sure that I was around for two, but will only remember one. But now, I'm a complete person, raring to go, with a set of ideologies, hopes, dreams, and ideas. Some say I'm strong as nails, as evidenced when I had a stomach wound cauterized shut and didn't cry. And that I'm so much of an anorak, I actually went to one of those furry conventions, and made a friend there. But that's not all. There's usually two sides to a story. When I was there, I got an answer to a question I was thinking about for five years: "What if someone puts me down for having a weird fetish?" It wasn't my choice to get it; not in the slightest. It also wasn't my choice to have my large intestine split open either. Back then, I had no choice but to fix that problem right there, right then. But at the convention, I had a choice. And, eventually, after that maybe 3-minute piece of wisdom, I feel more comfortable inside my own skin then I ever was a year prior. A clean answer to a dirty question, from a clean man selling dirty products. I still have a little pin from him. It has a balloon with a cute face on it, and it reads, "Blow Me!" A snatch of flavor, of risk, of a man willing to fail. And in that room, I became enlightened. So to answer the question, why you? Because I missed you. No, really, I miss you because I missed you. I missed the 2000's. I missed your willingness to fail. I missed all the wacky designs, all the random bullshit, all the spontaneous nonsense like Big Top Cupcakes and animated Apple Jacks commercials. They weren't commercials that were precision-built to gain attention, to acquire money. I'm not saying that it's not possible for something to be built for both love and money, but I bet the people who made that commercial really gave a shit. You had a spark of creativity. Maybe not of raw genius, of raw talent, but something. Of potential. That flavorful potential I had the chance to obtain so so long ago. It's been a while. A lot has changed. I don't need to tell you that. The only thing I can say now is, I know you don't know me, but I do know you. I know the kind of decade you were. One that failed, one that fucked up, one that was willing to try for an idea, even if it meant there would be nothing but pain on the other side. And for that, I love you. My landscape today is dedicated towards being perfect, or at least, middle-of-the-road. Because bland gets views, and perfect gets prestige. You weren't perfect. You were kind of bad. I'm hardly perfect. I'm kind of bad. I love you." Sorry for posting all of that, but yeah. Don't knock this album till you've tried it, because it gave me the feels.
that's normal, this is a lesser known work initially released as 40 tracks only available for 40 days from his 40th birthday. in the description you'll see he even mentions it being more of a grab bag to make your own selections from for a playlist rather than an actual album in itself
Imagine a big white Void (Past.) divorces from your stomach. You float around Space with a big Smile.. While "falling" down seeing the blue Horizon you connecting back to Love and everything around you goes up in beautiful colours. :')
Imagine listening this alone imagining yourself waiting for the storm. The storm is not a hurricane... its the call from the doctor about your diagnosis. You have a history of dementia running in your family and the first stages have just barely started to show... this album could be you drinking to forget, but the ironic this is that you won't be able to remember.
markkil Its the memories...we keep hiding and it keep find us. At times we come here to hide. Its safe here as its another world. A hidden world. A secret world...
![David Wojciechowski & Victor Fritzsche - Gato [FULL ALBUM]](/img/n.gif)
“I drink to forget, but I always remember”
Ain't that some shit tho. It only ever works temporarily, unless you're constantly drunk, and nobody can afford that consistently. The only real options are dealing with the memories, or dying.
THE FOURTH GRADERS ARE INSIDE EACH OTHER
NO RUNNING YA PIECE A SHIT
@@TheHahaman23 where are these quotes from?
OkMoonShapedLimb Brandon Rogers
Drink to forget Everywhere At The End Of Time
Oh shoot. That is deep
everything at the end of time
@@residentsimon9921 wha- what
@@KodiakTeddy huh?
@@residentsimon9921 are you being serious?
I listened to all 6 albums of Everywhere at The End Of Time. I genuinely feel like a changed person. I listened to this afterward and gave my mom a hug. I did homework I've been procrastinating on. Picked up old journals I used to practice Korean with. How intensely one piece of art and one artist can change your life is incomprehensible.
Honestly, this. This guys work feels so intensely personal while being abstract as all hell and I love it
@Mono's Subs same for me. Its like i ve woken up from a blurry dream
Listened to Everywhere at the End of time and then literally started a screenplay the next day. The music completely moved me and crafted a story in my head
good on you Ayo! hope it turns out well
You’re lying🤣🤣🤣
I thought this was related to Kirby, the game, so I clicked on it.
Now I’m just sad
lol owned
Kirby of game renown also gave Brian David Gilbert existential angst, so this is a door that can swing both ways. I wonder If Leyland Kirby is shaped like a friend?
F xddd
@@pipefx64 LMFAO
get game ended
is it sad that i dont find this sad but comfortable. It feels like everyday life. Mundane, kinda lonely with glimmers of sunshine peaking through the clouds once in a while that remind you why you keep waking up every morning. Its kinda happy in that regard.
Thank you, of all the comments posted on this video over the years this is one of the few which actually reflects how I feel about this album
@@pipefx64 im flattered to hear that, thank you.
To me it makes me sad when I’m happy but makes me calm when distressed
It's for you to interpret how you wish to interpret it. The beauty of music like this.
“Art should comfort the disturb and disturb the comfortable.” -Cesar A. Cruz
I'm going through a tumultuous time in my early 30s right now. Musician, seen alot. But I experienced my first real drug addiction (and alcoholism) when I started working at a liquor store during covid. 3 years of my life gone. Paranoid, reclusive, lost my 5 year relationship, gained and lost friends along the way. Had an OD scare. And someone, coworker, that I considered family, a brother, aided in my relapsing last week. I cut him out, but I can't help but feel guilty for cutting him, as he did alot for me. But at the same time. Enabling. Anyway, I'm still having a hard time. Family is getting older, I'm seeing mortality finer than ever and I just really wish things turned out alittle different. I truly do. Anyway, I recently went out of town for work with my current band, slept on a couch, ate well, spent time with amazing people, missed my family so much, and realised, it's not all that bad. It's who you spend time with, or surround yourself with. Family first, amazing friends second, and overall take care of yourself. It's not easy, I'm crying as I type this and constantly struggle. This whole album got me through all of this, and originally that was my point. It's a melancholy joy. I'm sad but I'm not, I'm happy but I'm not. I'm just existing for the time. That's all. As long as I can look after my family. Fuck.
I'm in my early 30's as well. Been struggling with alcohol for some years now and it just gets worse and worse. Hopefully, I'll overcome it. But, damn, it's damaging. I also can relate to people getting older and older - and dying... Lost my grandfather back in 2020 and my grandmother in september 2022. Also one of my dogs august this year (of old age). Those times when life hits you really hard. But we need to keep going on.
@@Uzheral thank you for taking the time to share you story, and the events you have endured. I'm so sorry to hear of you losses, it never gets easier, and one of those hard pills of life to swallow. My thoughts are with you. I feel for you with the alcohol, it is a very dangerous substance and so accepted in our society. You are absolutely correct. You will overcome this, and as weird as it may sound. Overcoming something that usually takes people, is a different kind of strength, and you hold it. The card Weare dealt make it so easy to fall into that hole, and as cliche as it sounds, numbing the pain isn't the solution. Something my sister told me the other day, (I've been 10 months sober since I first left this comment, quick update) but she said it was heartbreaking to see me mourning a death that hasn't happened yet. I was so caught up in the grieving process that I was neglecting that time I could've been spending with my family. I was too fucked up on booze and coke, and blind to what really matters. I know you can do this, and Always keep reminding yourself that it is never too late to switch things up and start doing right. An added bonus is you prove anyone who doubts you wrong in such a satisfying way. Personal experience for me lol stay strong when you're ready to make the change and take action, stay committed to it, and you'll see so many positive results. Life is fucking rough, why not put up a good fight while we are here. Nothing but love to you my friend.
@@JoeJohnSoundsandVisuals friend, thank you very much for your kind and prompt response. It gives me great joy (and also hope!) to hear that you are doing so well since you first commented on this section. Let's keep going forward! You keep up the good work and I'll increase my efforts. Until 2024, my friend. We'll get stronger.
@@Uzheral of course friend, if this journey has taught me anything, it's to help others in similar predicaments. I only had a few close people along with me, mostly family. So grateful for that. But majority of the time I was alone, with my thoughts, cravings, unable to express how I felt. From that I learned to look within, something I have not done before, or in a very long time. Once you do that, you begin to heal, and build an internal foundation based on your principles and values you hold dear to your heart, and it ways, reprogram yourself. From there it blossoms. Sorry to rant, like I mentioned, I don't really get to talk about this much, so when I do have the chance, I tend to ramble. I'm working on getting better about that. Anywho, you're on the right path and mindset, keep on swinging!
@@JoeJohnSoundsandVisuals hello, friend! Sorry for my short disappearance. What you say rings true. Don't worry if you feel you are talking too much on the subject! Somethings we'd better let out. It helps us think and clear our minds and keep going on. I've been doing fine the past days. No alcohol since New Year's Eve. It's been only ten days, but it's something! I have a birthday party (of a friend's wife) this Saturday and this is where things might go awry. Dude is a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, he put me in this course like 12 years ago when we were in college. But I'll find a way around it! Again, thank you very much for your kind words of encouragement. Hope you are doing well.
I lost my mom less than two weeks ago. I'd listened to Everywhere at The End of Time previously as my grandmother has dementia before I found this today. This perfectly matches the melancholy tone this past week has been, still ruminating in loss, regret, fear, and confusion. But in the same sense I get slight tinges of understanding and hope, almost as if there are bright places despite currently living in dark times which I know there are. All of Leyland Kirby's work inspires me in a way I can't describe- from learning, emotional understanding and comparison. To give advice to anyone feeling down and out, or anyone who is losing someone slowly or has just lost someone close, please see the little glimmers of light and bask in them. Hug your mother, call your grandparents, write that book you've wanted to, go skydiving or even just sit outside. It doesn't matter what you do be with the people you love while they're still here and enjoy what you do while you still can
So sorry for your loss
I'm sorry for your loss...
I can smell the room from the cover art and feel the oppresive void haunting that room.
Sorry, I'll close my door.
What's it smell like?
@@jacobwells8719 I cannot simply describe it to you. When you enter a flat or a house, you get hit with its smell. Sometimes it's something as obvious as cooked meal or cleaning agents but sometimes, especially when nobody has been living there for some time, you enter and get a weird mixture of all materials and stuff that is inside: paint, wood, cement, calx, fabrics, dust, mold, plants, all these things.
@@jacobwells8719 asbestos and rotting wood
The art sets the mood perfectly; sitting by a long unplugged or dead phone. Waiting for a friend or lover to call; one you know never will.
Mostly Empty, though with a small bit of hope that you'll hear that phone ring.
And sometimes I think if I stand by the phone it may ring
And sometimes I worry and fear what tomorrow may bring
Standing by a phone is a concept many these days wont understand. I still remember my HS Sweetheart's phone number though I haven't dialed it in 35 years.
So, this is the other side of everywhere at the end of time. A family member quietly sitting at the phone after their death; thinking about all the time they should've spent with them not knowing that the other person didn't remember them let alne themself
sounds like a song that's always existed, always played in the background of every sad/emotional/depressing moment in every life
that flower is a cempaxúchitl and it's meant to be used as a gift for the dead (it is used mostly for the "dia de muertos" here in mexico), it's a nice touch for a nice album
Interesting
You mean a marigold? (Edit: yes I'm aware it has a different name in Spanish but your comment is in English so I don't get why you don't just say marigold)
Sitting in a dark room with this playing feels really different
now try listioning to it while playing terraria or minecraft
@@morgankasper5227 how does it change the experience, if i may ask
@@bobchang4841 One cant see as good
im on a dark room rn
and playing minecraft
Drinking to this while waiting for hurricane Barry to hit today
god speed little doodle
Hope it all went well m8!
Did you make it?
@@ok-di9ot i looked up the deaths of the hurricane it says there was one so hopefully he's all good
@@jakeaber432 great research mate!
1:54:19 For some reason i love that Chord
All things will be lost to us, sooner or later. All things will end, and we will cry out for agency; for some choice in how much time we are allowed with those we cherish, but it will never be enough. You have taught me this without ever speaking a word to me, and I will live my whole life grateful for it. I will cherish every moment. I will relish in every second. I owe that to you.
I read a poem long ago that had a line in it about how the drunk character in the poem had given up on life because he was the last. My MIL was also the last of her family to die and she hated it. She was very not ready for death. Moral of the story is to be always ready for death.
@@rattyboy-private8744 One thing I've struggled to accept is that one day, I will die. I will lose my loved ones. Death and life are part of one another, my bones will one day enrich the earth and cause new life to spring forth in some form or another. I find comfort in that.
Strangely enough eight years later I discover this album at the same age he was when composing it. It fits perfectly for this time.
You leave your hometown at 18, cut off everyone you used to know, 10 years later you come back to your hometown, just to find it a wasteland with no life; you find your home, in ruins destroyed, you fall onto your knees crying knowing you can never go back to before it happened, the somber music fills your head as you think to yourself “is this how it should’ve ended?”
“Im sorry, mylo” you think to yourself. You head back to the city, you enter your apartment, and drink all of your beer, cant handle the emotions; “I’ve failed you all” you mumble.. turning on a re run of old simpsons episodes, contemplating why you had to do that in the first place.
You blame yourself for everything that others did to him, it’s not your fault, but it feels like you caused everything wrong, you can’t stop but think “if only i had courage, mylo would have stayed, our old little town needed him.” But now, he is gone, not dead but has moved to l.a. wanting nothing to do with you. You are not you anymore, you are not ______, you are… #######
You wake in a void of images of your past, you see you back when you were most frail and weak. You cant mutter any words
I can't get over the fact that 2014 was 9 years ago
do you feel the storm now? (maybe I do)
Oh
since march 2020, it's been chaotic, but even then the sun still shines.
It is a deep emptiness which embodies the soul of existence. Some strive to understand it, working towards bringing light in order to perhaps gain meaning. In the end, it is always the same answer, which some may throw away, for they may be blinded, or choose to be blinded, by made-up concepts seeming just as beyond themselves as the reality of the darkness. In the end, though, it is this universal truth of black all round us that makes up our choices. We actively, through artificial satisfaction, try to make up for the fact that, through evolution of our capabilities to understand and think, we have become familiar of this omnipresent void. This deep meaninglessness in which we are encapsulated is everything we know of. And it pains us.
“I drink to forget, yet I slumber to remember, I do not know how, here or whatever, whatever I must endure, I know that I am sure, that I look into the *hidden deep sea below,* yet I forgotten, has it snowed?”
“What kind of a poem have I created? When *THEY* see it? What kind of miserable insults will they think of me?”
@yigit1178 I'd like to know, too. Google doesn't help.
@@WobblesandBean hidden deep sea below is a song in eateot, maybe stage 3/2
I’m listening to this, and just finished reading a sad book. The kind of book that forces you to turn around and think about loss and death, and the small beauty underneath. I don’t like to cry, but after all I’ve been through in life these are the kinds of books that get me. Reading the last words of that book with this playing, I can’t describe. It feels almost childish, maybe because I feel like I don’t deserve to cry about a book.
But I’m just gonna sit here and cry. I’m gonna cry and let myself feel sad, let myself feel childish because the feeling of tears reminds me of being a young child.
Ah yes the perfect artwork to listen to after the chaos of the world outside. A truly mellow feel I get once I sit down looking at the sun down every nights while the music slowly fades into the background and the days slowly end and disappear. The disappearance of a bad day and the beginning of a better day only to be forgotten by the next in the constant cycle of remembrance and forgetting.
The vanishing of a bad day might happen
I LOIVE this album. The Algebra of Darkness. And RIP Harold Budd. xx
Mr. Kirby is a genius. I say that without hesitation. I am literally left breathless at times.
youtube gives this to me after watching kirby lore videos
thank you youtube this is very nice actually
Best comment I've ever got on one of my vids
This album is wonderful. When I was at the kindergarten and we were sleeping, they were playing some songs like this one with a sad dramatic piano style. Listening to this somehow remembers me so many things that were left it the shadow for so long. I'd like to find more album like those.
I love this album and i love seeing all the wonderful poems posted in the comments
extremely fitting that the algorithm saw fit to show me this upload on its tenth anniversary
Let's all remember to live every moment as a cherished priceless sublime gift that it is.
And love as deeply, others.
That is all that seems to be eternal in it's worth.
So I have a thought that I wanna share that came from the cover art, critique it if ya want:
June 16, 2005
It's 9:23 PM.
You're sitting in your apartment, awaiting change. It's not a big, luxurious place, but it's enough to keep you alive if you want to be so. You take a deep breathe, then suddenly heave. That smell. It _still_ lingers. The fire was put out three hours ago, why is it still here? It wasn't even a huge fire, you just weren't paying attention and set the microwave to five minutes instead of two. Resisting the urge to retch, you lay down on your bed, and look beside you to see a fake flower they gave to you a year ago, right beside your phone.
Orange flowers typically represent enthusiasm and passion. Fitting at the time, wasn't it? Before, you were passionate about your craft; now you're just a forlorn of atoms struggling to stay in the crowd. Where do you fit in?
...
You throw the flower away. Gramps was right about where you'd land in life. Now go to sleep. Things'll be different eventually.
Ok my rambling is done, hope you enjoyed that-
kool
I don't know why I like this album so much...
Why did this always live in my mind but I've never heard it. It feels like what played when i watched my dad leave or when my step dad found out i was gay. It's a odd sense i love it and hate it I'm sobbing but looking for light
“Old pond
A frog jumps in -
The sound of water”
Matsuo Basho
"If you see something, say nothing, and drink to forget."
well I said something, a lot of times, but nobody cared. So the canary is going to leave the miners to it
Ah, Night Vale.
hey listen i was trying to sleep on that song and the piece at 20 minutes on the video keep making me see some field around 7-8 O'Clock in the afternoon and it just felt like someone told me "when the sun would be gone you will die" and I was looking at those field telling my self "all that. all my possession and accomplishement. there are worthy. and I will have to left it all behind. those are mine this utopia I fight the living shit out of me for it and I menage to win now I got to go? who know what shitty life reside on the other side?" and I just watched in a mix of serenity and apathy.....
hypnagogia. love it
That beginning moment gets me every time.
_Timestamps for all 40 tracks_
0:00 One
7:36 Two
10:47 Three
12:35 Four
19:08 Five
22:16 Six
25:17 Seven
31:56 Eight
36:50 Nine
38:18 Ten
49:21 Eleven
59:00 Twelve
1:01:31 Thirteen
1:02:51 Fourteen
1:04:17 Fifteen
1:10:27 Sixteen
1:12:48 Seventeen
1:14:29 Eighteen
1:19:35 Nineteen
1:22:40 Twenty
1:24:10 Twenty-One
1:27:16 Twenty-Two
1:30:39 Twenty-Three
1:33:10 Twenty-Four
1:36:45 Twenty-Five
1:40:16 Twenty-Six
1:43:04 Twenty-Seven
1:54:19 Twenty-Eight
1:59:13 Twenty-Nine
2:02:29 Thirty
2:04:56 Thirty-One
2:25:38 Thirty-Two
2:31:59 Thirty-Three
2:35:21 Thirty-Four
2:41:28 Thirty-Five
2:44:55 Thirty-Six
2:48:15 Thirty-Seven
2:51:36 Thirty-Eight
2:59:38 Thirty-Nine
3:04:48 Forty
I just now realized as I'm writing these that each track likely represents a year in Kirby's life up to year 40, since it was released on his 40th birthday.
i love how all Leyland Kirby's album feels so wrong but also right
I love that the second track is like a more content version of the first. It's like you've accepted your problems.
that's really accurate
i've been listening to a lot of the caretaker's albums, and i just find this one beautiful.
In this particular album, he goes by his regular name as opposed to the Caretaker alias.
@@davidc2403 i wonder if there's a reason behind it.
@@mindeater9807 I do believe he makes different types of music under different aliases.
This is composed by the same person as you know, just by the pseudonime Leyland Kirby
I didn't know 'college student short film' was a genre of music.
Short?
College student short film music is the modern louie louie at all the frat parties
@@NoName-gy7yr Can you fuckin imagine someone playing this at a frat party
Perfect. Love the painting, music is lame. Will use as an example when someone says, "Anyone can make ambient music." But not everyone can do it well. FACT.
Ask me about my cohort who used Gary Jules "Mad World" for literally every short film he made. This was at "the nations top art school." He was there on a full scholarship! Academia = a joke.
After discovering EATEOT, I decided to visit some of Leyland's other works. This is the one I keep coming back to.
It's a great album isn't it? If you like this try checking out some of the other stuff on the channel by Delphi Solis, A Name For Both Of Us, or Gas. A lot of somewhat similar ambient vibes. Thanks for listening!
my nights are not longer they same since I discovered this, thanks
this world is strange... we are doom behind comprehension but yet hope bloom at every corner.
The spring air sighed heavy with cool moisture, the smell of rain clinging to rocky soil. Delilah found it hard to believe that the land they lived on had once been swampy and wet, long before the last of the old world passed on, long before the final war and the eruption covering the continent in ash and shadow. She had trouble thinking about that time, when the last mortals were around. She felt it tugging at the tears behind her eyes, massaging the grief in her ribs. That was a long time ago. The world had begun to rebuild itself anew, with or without their presence. The sun shined again. The river flowed with clean water and small fish. Grass and grain sprung up from the ground around their ankles. The fishbowl firmament above them rimmed with gray and lightning on all edges. Randy had come up behind her, kissed the top of her head, squeezed her shoulder, sensing her pain. She turned and hugged him around the waist.
"I miss them so much," she mumbled into his chest. "I miss everyone."
"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "I know. I know."
(from a story im working on)
My favorite Leyland Kirby album. Phenomenal.
Great stuff.
This is a masterpiece and I can feel the emotion squiggling between every piano chord and beat. Please continue to make more of this, fine human creator.
Good wallpaper music for an overcast day spent painting.
This is exactly what I'm doing right now!
The first time that I started listening to EATEOT, I thought it was creepy and just dark but after hearing the album multiple times I get a sense of comfort among the distortions and chaotic noise so every time I feel like shit, I would just listen to the Caretaker and the chaos that I hear in the album and the chaotic experience in my day as college student would just feel normal amongst his music
good music for waterpark n hot dogs
smell my house
ants
What does this even mean
@@blueanimule9548 they're both speaking in English, and still it may as well be an entirely different language altogether.
@@dan5609 yo hablo español compa y entiendo perfectamente :3
Interesting, the painting here is very clear and straightforward
Maybe cause it's not a project related to dementia?
Everything that has a beginning has an end. Everything, every place, every love, every smile, every suffering, everything that exists will end in a quiet, placid sigh, only to be reborn, again and again.
after EATEOT forgetting is the last thing i want to do
EATEOT*
Perfect album to quit drinking.
REMINDS ME OF the BEAUTIFUL SUNLESS SEA!
Yessssssssss. How did this not occur to me?
I drink to forget her, but I see her twice.
Oh wow. I've never heard anything like this. Someone mentioned this guy's name on Euology For The Caretaker by Moody Good. Had to see what it was all about. Not one bit disappointed. Just found two new artists I instantly fell in love with.
The caretaker is leyland Kirby
Yea I know. Thanks anyways.
Don't watch movies much?
Hauntingly beautiful.
Today hasn’t felt like a real day. My great grandpa passed away, I felt like I lost my friend I’ve known for my whole life due to drifting apart, and even an attempted assassination on a former president.
All I could really do is listen to this album and talk to one of my closest friends. I talked to her for an hour and she’s one of the reasons I keep living yet I can’t even tell her that I love her through text. I harmed myself a few times over the past few months because I lost so much of my self worth because of being in abused in a relationship for over a year. Venting to a TH-cam comment section at 1:00AM is definitely a choice I’ve made now and I’ll probably get reminders every few months when I go back to listen to this album and hopefully I can look back and see how I’ve improved along with all the other comments getting small edits over time
this might be weird, since i don't even know what you're going through and i'm just a stranger and all but... if there may be a lot of things that drain you silently, thoughts that provoke you badly, you might have a lot of life struggles that have been there for so long. you deal with so many frustrations, fight with inner demons, survive through harrowing situations. i want to say that you're worthy of something. i want to say that everything is going to be okay someday, but it sounds a tad too selfish when i can't see you up close. and i don't even know you.
because telling people they're good when they're not, does not help that much. telling people that they shouldn't because they're unique does not help because those people know they're not doing okay. those people know they're not good. those people know they're not unique because there's someone in the world who's just better than them. so many people come through this tough time but no one seems to be able to convey the right message. it's not about being good enough for yourself, it's about being good enough for other people. that's why they want to end up their lives not because they're not good enough for themselves but because they're not good enough themselves. the one thing you have to think of yourself is that you don't have to be good enough for everyone else, if you don't even have to be good enough for yourself.
and thinking about that is so hard, like breathing feels so heavy and painful, everything is so stressful, and despite you trying your best, something else, or maybe something you thought you had conquered before started resurfacing again. it's heartbreaking when such experiences drives us to feel that we're uncapable of being loved. nobody should feel that way, and whoever made you feel like that haven't seen your worth. they want you to feel like that to hurt you, until you're left thinking maybe you deserve it after all. that in itself is painful and feels exhausting to deal with everyday.
we feel so broken inside.
but you know... there's this cool japanese technique about fixing stuff. it's called kintsugi where broken plates were repaired with gold. they sure aren't the same as before, but became something else just as beautiful. oftentimes, beautiful isn't just about its physical appearance. because the most beautiful things are fragile and easily broken, hurt, destroyed. and you know? if something's exterior have been ruptured so much it deems unrecognizable, there's always the inside. the true beauty is in the inside. but the sad part is that we can't acknowledge this part of ourselves because we're already in too deep of telling the mirror's reflection, "you're ugly. you deserve this pain. you're nothing."
but darling, that's not you at all. it's hard not to mind other people's judgments, but trust me. sometimes when you're in too deep with their bad opinions, it creates an illusion for you to think that you're what they say you are. it also creates a chasm, wherein you don't hear all the good things other people say because you are too focused on your bad. but i know that you're a lot more wonderful, beautiful and special than you ever give yourself credit for. and even so, for you to be here despite everything you've gone through, i am so so proud of you for still hangin on.
i may not know you, but i know for sure that you deserve a lot of good things in life. your existence, despite me not knowing you personally, is really wonderful. know that you're loveable. that you matter. that you're valid. even though a part of you says you aren't so. that part of you is hurt. it's scared. it felt like you deserve this pain. trust me, you don't. let's take some time to heal, though it's hard to be with the circumstances, know that you'll reach a place, or someone, that would make you feel safe. tell yourself you don’t deserve the bad things that happen to you. you never did, okay? don't make yourself feel guilty about something you can't do, or what people said about you. you might not be perfect, but that's because no one is.
you're a human, dear. humans have limitations, and humans aren't meant to be alone too. that's not how we're made. so that's why you don't have to do this on your own. you don't have any reason to live anymore? then i'll help you make one, something that'd make you happy... and while we're still not on that part yet, please allow yourself to take some rests, and take care of yourself, even during the bad days. It's alright to cry. but please please please don't hurt yourself, if that may be the case. you may not feel good today, you may feel inadequate and worthless. life would really suck right now, but truthfully, that is what life is.
everything would be alright in the end, if it's still not okay then it's still not the end. i want to see through this with you, i want to see you be happy and successful and safe. i'll pray for you. you'll be okay. please trust this random person in the internet.
i want you to live. but i don't want you to just exist. you deserve to feel alive. you deserve food, pleasure, rest. you deserve the stuff you have and love. you deserve life. you deserve the sky, the sun, the stars and moon above you, to which you look at and think what's good about you. and you know what? it's everything. you deserve everything, even if you think you don't. you can't always be strong and happy... sometimes being alive is just enough. i'll pray for you everyday.
i want you to know that i care for you with my every being and i want you to realize that you're important not just for me- who doesn't even know you personally- but for everyone else who is yet to know you too and loves you genuinely. i love you dude/ dudette/ non-dude, take care of yourself okay?
just this once. you'll get there. a good tomorrow is coming, and i 'm hoping we could see it together. i love you.
Ubiquitous sadness. Like a neverending farewell
I just bought this for the price of 2 large whiskeys. A very belated happy 40th to you, sir.
Listening while journalling a sad dream; combing through the dream symbols to find wisdom, and the path to bittersweet, inner freedom.
isn't it cool how he is still liking comments?
Thank you
la primera vez que llegue aquí, tuve un mental breakdown a los 10 minutos del álbum, han pasado 5 años desde entonces, y bajo las mismas emociones, nuevamente lloré
"it says 2014 why is the video 7 years old?"
"o h"
Turning 20 in a few hours. God bless, and good luck
We drink to forget the coming storm...
But soon that is the last thing you want to do...
And you don't even have a choice...
Soon you will forget everything you ever knew...
Your family, your friends...
You name it...
But as for right now We drink to forget the coming storm...
I once read a comment under an other album from kirby saying: "it's intresting how albums from the caretaker project are about the past fading, and albums from Leyland kirby are about the future fading."
Excellent!!!
Listening to this while Hurricane Elsa's about to hit. See you guys on the other side.
I know it's been three months, but are you ok now?
@@MrLuis-cp8ro I hope so..
I'll listen to this after Everywhere at the end of time messes me up
Update?
@@thebartender2522 I think its safe to assume he's not the same
@@drgameroverload2504 of course but i just wanted to know if things have changed for the better or not
So I miss the 2000's. Big whoop, I'm sure a lot of Gen Z kids miss the 2000's, but when I started listening to this album, I decided to put my feelings to paper, and I wrote a love letter to the 2000's. (text dump incoming)
Hey,
it's me.
I know I haven't talked to you in a long time but
I just want to see you again.
Talk to you again.
The time in my life where I am at just feels...
flavorless.
Bland. Unsatisfying. Dorceless.
I like that word, dorceless. It's supposed to mean centerless,
but my generation finds it funny for a whole different reason.
We try to enjoy what originality we have in microscopic bursts,
in-jokes that we share for maybe a week, rarely more.
Glimpses of passion, of love,
of flavor.
I guess that's why I called you.
My world just feels flavorless,
or the flavors it does have are bitter, or sickly sweet.
Corporations devouring eachother just like we thought they would,
ridiculous works being created and published and making millions, like we thought they would.
It feels as though the world is on a loop that started in 2015, maybe 2016.
And ever since then, we're just revisiting past events in a new way.
Controversy, killings, politics,
there's even about to be a repeat of the dot-com bubble. Soon enough, I hope.
Except now, that bubble is slowly killing the planet with how much electricity it's using.
So why you?
I apologise for my absence, it wasn't of my making.
Chance had plans for me; I won't say they were bad plans,
but I am far happier to be the person I am now than
the person I was ten years ago.
I'm not sure if I'm glad to have completely missed the financial crisis,
because now I'll never know what one quite feels like.
Well, perhaps not never, but I can say for sure that I was around for two, but will only remember one.
But now, I'm a complete person, raring to go, with a set of ideologies, hopes, dreams, and ideas.
Some say I'm strong as nails, as evidenced when I had a stomach wound cauterized shut and didn't cry.
And that I'm so much of an anorak, I actually went to one of those furry conventions,
and made a friend there.
But that's not all.
There's usually two sides to a story.
When I was there, I got an answer to a question I was thinking about for five years:
"What if someone puts me down for having a weird fetish?"
It wasn't my choice to get it; not in the slightest.
It also wasn't my choice to have my large intestine split open either.
Back then, I had no choice but to fix that problem right there, right then.
But at the convention, I had a choice.
And, eventually, after that maybe 3-minute piece of wisdom,
I feel more comfortable inside my own skin then I ever was a year prior.
A clean answer to a dirty question, from a clean man selling dirty products.
I still have a little pin from him. It has a balloon with a cute face on it,
and it reads, "Blow Me!"
A snatch of flavor, of risk, of a man willing to fail.
And in that room, I became enlightened.
So to answer the question, why you?
Because I missed you.
No, really, I miss you because I missed you.
I missed the 2000's. I missed your willingness to fail.
I missed all the wacky designs, all the random bullshit,
all the spontaneous nonsense like Big Top Cupcakes
and animated Apple Jacks commercials.
They weren't commercials that were precision-built to gain attention, to acquire money.
I'm not saying that it's not possible for something to be built for both love and money,
but I bet the people who made that commercial really gave a shit.
You had a spark of creativity.
Maybe not of raw genius, of raw talent, but something.
Of potential.
That flavorful potential I had the chance to obtain so so long ago.
It's been a while. A lot has changed.
I don't need to tell you that.
The only thing I can say now is,
I know you don't know me, but I do know you.
I know the kind of decade you were.
One that failed, one that fucked up,
one that was willing to try for an idea, even if it meant there would be nothing but pain on the other side.
And for that, I love you.
My landscape today is dedicated towards being perfect, or at least, middle-of-the-road.
Because bland gets views, and perfect gets prestige.
You weren't perfect.
You were kind of bad.
I'm hardly perfect.
I'm kind of bad.
I love you."
Sorry for posting all of that, but yeah. Don't knock this album till you've tried it, because it gave me the feels.
The album cover just gives me sad breakup vibes
Thats wonderfull
I drink to forget but I always remember
dancing with tears in my eyes
you feel it too, don't you?
kind of a different song, but also good :-D
i think it would be a good idea to play minecraft while listening to this album or the album everywhere at the end of the universes life span
Love it.
Where has this been all my life.
cheers I'll drink to that bro
This song played while I was playing Minecraft. Ngl, it really adds some mood in the game lmao
Listening to this while waiting for Hurricane Ian to hit this week.
This has changed my life.
"Everywhere is like art, but can be erased"
Memento mori.
I love artists like you.
why haven’t I heard this, I’ve heard “Everywhere At The End Of Time” and “An Empty Bliss Beyond This World” but not this.
that's normal, this is a lesser known work initially released as 40 tracks only available for 40 days from his 40th birthday. in the description you'll see he even mentions it being more of a grab bag to make your own selections from for a playlist rather than an actual album in itself
@@pipefx64 oh well thanks for the info
and more stuff
This is right before everywhere at the end of time in chronological order. The album before it all starts, well.. fades.
These sounds tickle my psyche in ways in which I am not accustomed.
Imagine a big white Void (Past.) divorces from your stomach. You float around Space with a big Smile.. While "falling" down seeing the blue Horizon you connecting back to Love and everything around you goes up in beautiful colours. :')
very good album i never took the time to really listen until now
here something to do , late in the morning when the sun is up play this and walk around your house you will feel like you lost something important
Yeah. I lost my ID card
I was driving when this came on, I almost fell asleep
Very good album if you’re looking for something to sleep to👍
The waiting for her call is explained by this song.
It’s beautiful yet melancholic
I forget to remember, but I always drink
This is epic.
-Chair
Imagine listening this alone imagining yourself waiting for the storm. The storm is not a hurricane... its the call from the doctor about your diagnosis. You have a history of dementia running in your family and the first stages have just barely started to show... this album could be you drinking to forget, but the ironic this is that you won't be able to remember.
Not every lirby work is about dementia dumass, cancer would fit better here
I drink to forget this music
why?
markkil Its the memories...we keep hiding and it keep find us. At times we come here to hide. Its safe here as its another world. A hidden world. A secret world...
And the blood stained sheets and dead bodies?
Whatever makes your happy bro...Your own world...
haha