Our words this week are from Girlpool’s eponymous “Before The World Was Big” off their 2015 album on Wichita Records.
The words are:
“My brain is like a rolling snowball, I’m a firetruck,
Trying not to think of all the ways my mind has changed
Mom and Dad, I love you,
Do I show it enough?”
Harmony Tividad and Cleo Tucker’s co-writing/co-singing approach seems to reach towards something simple/elemental/childlike in me, something indivisible. Blending bright imagery with introspection brings out that emotion that sometimes fills me in the middle of the night when I feel what it was like to hide behind my elementary school at sundown, push against the weight of all my daily responsibilities, and realize that my parents are going to die, all at the same time. This feeling can be overwhelming and comforting simultaneously because it’s undoubtedly my own to process, to project or repress. It’s a thoughtful break by the reservoir, grass on your neck and bike next to you on the bank. These are the words that go through your head just before you dose off for a nap, hidden from the world but not yourself.
Our words this week are the lyrics to Alex G’s song “Change” from his self-released album Trick.
“How are you today
i saw your friends band play
a little show last night
its not my thing they were alright
youre in my dream last week
id like to hear what you think
we passed a house driving fast
the sun was shining on the grass
you made me stop and leave the car
you pulled my sleeve but not too hard
remember when you took too much
i didnt mind being your crutch
we loved you then
its not the same
i dont like how things change”
With lines and scenes loosely associated, Giannascoli draws you into an intimate space without making it feel claustrophobic. Simple and straightforward, these rhymes remind me of the unassuming comfort of adolescent friendships, filling my mind with thoughts of van rides through the Chicago suburbs, hanging out at garage shows, and late nights around bonfires. Whether it’s the erosion of naivety or the gradual growth of adult pragmatism, the loss of the lazy closeness of teenage friendship seems like something unfortunately unavoidable. Time and space may change things, but I’ll never mind being your crutch if you need me.