Pleasantly annoying? No, but... close.

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After a few hearings I have... decided I do really like this song from the other day.  Not for... my part, mind you.  I see something of the feminine in it.  I can't make heads or tails of the lyrics, mostly.  I get a few words.  Worlds of sound, perhaps?  So little else gets through, in either direct understanding or... intention.  I can't make heads or tails of it.  But I can sense the feminine in it, the type of womanliness that I like, a lot.  Some of the worldly wonder, perhaps, as a child on Christmas morning or lost in the Santa Clause, plum pudding, and elf dreams albeit with a bit of the darkness of lists and all that goes with the list perhaps.  No, even at full volume, I... just can't track in there.  But I like, that, a bit, sometimes a lot, as in this case.

I don't pretend to understand women, when they bother trying to be cohesive.  When they become unbottled emotion I become completely lost.  There are no roadmaps for there, there are no angels for geometry, no math can cover that area of space time, it is only real through the living.  And, as a man, all I can do is watch, and at times, marvel.  As a flower, one which smells wonderful.  I don't understand.  The purely fleshly, mechanical, maybe a bit.  But why these things act on me as they do?  A smile?  Why?  A fine sense of things which didn't exist a moment before?  An ease?

I just can't hear her words, can't follow.  I can only feel when hearing.  And... it feels good somehow.  The other one by the group is more visually interesting to me.  But for sound?  Actually, I feel like she is singing about... me, or the potential of a me, or another man, a right man.  Or my or our ways.  Only... couching it in metaphor.  Either way, that... isn't why I like it, not even a part of it, just a thought I just had.

This song.


There is the flip side.


Good night.