You really understand very little of the words of this "song," which in some ways remind me of a great masterpiece, perhaps the Great Masterpiece, by Pink Floyd... what a shame, because they are permeated with an existential melancholy that in my opinion brushes against perfection. The music then has that certain something of Satie… The words of others sometimes come through confused and distorted, drowned in the need that we all sometimes have to swim alone in the sea or in the space of our anxieties… we can't grasp them. Like those of this song The Flaming Lips - The Impulse
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