I don’t know how to say it accurately so that my meaning is clear, but I’m sort of sucked into Doe Paoro’s hypothetical cosmics – not by force, but rather willingly – and I never want to get out of it… everything I’ve ever dreamed of living summed in under 4:22 minutes. Whoa. “Hypotheticals” by Doe Paoro from the album ‘After,’ available now on iTunes, or better yet cop the CD or vinyl.
The chorus made my bones shiver cause this isn’t so distant from “home” – words that are seemingly simple, yet drip with real pain, loss and longing.
Words fail me… I just feel like transforming into someone new and I can never go back to my “old self” if I was ever an actual “someone.”
Trippy as hell… seductively soothing. Big cheers to Evenings.
The music video plays into boring clichés but holy shit, Black Atlass?! With lyrics that are as haunting as the melody, I can only swim through this periods of rushed feeling and his passive/aggressive ethereal voice… aah.