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What inspired the song?
Lyrically this song started off with a few vague images, as do many lyrics I come up with, and I sort of pieced them together. The whole band ultimately helped edit.
Originally, I pictured a sort of a sprawling, dystopian city—a kind of rusty city hell.
In it, I imagined two main characters, possibly a couple (or friends), looking down from a rooftop into smog and the industrial rat race. They are bolstering one-another, speaking as if they are separate from it, when in reality they are destined to be a part of it—Destined to repeat patterns + identify with them.
The characters find comfort in each other, not in the world, it would seem. But they are of the world. They are worldly.
I was reading Dante’s Inferno a lot. Dante’s rings of the underworld + different circles of hell was something I was thinking about. Circle imagery is sprinkled liberally throughout the song. I kind of thought of circles and how it relates to the Ouroboros. The lyrics “ You watch impalas move donuts round the lot. They all move backwards. They all move back.” Is my wink and nod to Circle 8, Bolgia 4 from Dante.
The charters in the song talk in circles, and keep cycling through a wide spectrum of talking points. They do this until they land on something they both intrinsically agree on, forgetting the lot of their disagreements——Feelings of understanding overshadowing anything else. That can be distorting. I imagined the two characters in the song on some kind of amphetamine.
I kept thinking about Politicians like Trump, who are constantly speaking on every side of an issue, as a manipulation tactic, so his base will eventually zone in on what they wanted to hear from the beginning. He will affirm and denounce the same subject in one ramble. I think about how often I’ve known people who work like this.
The song is kind of a hodgepodge, for sure.
lyrics
Same Spot
Shade from the violence
It synthesizes
That doesn’t matter much, anyhow
Shade from the violence
Of hydrocarbon.
I hear the way you speak
Chain-smoke cigarettes
You watch impalas move donuts ‘round the lot.
They all move backwards
They all move back
It’s been another year around this cul-de-sac You speak in relative absolutes
It’s back to the same spot.
Shade from the dead years
Desensitizing
It doesn’t matter much, anyhow
We all move backwards
I’ll take it back.
It’s been another year around this cul-de-sac You speak in relative absolutes
It’s back to the same spot
It’s back to the same spot
It’s back to the same spot
It’s back to the same spot
Met with agreement
Soon Eventually
Pick up what’s working
Throw out all the rest
You talk in circles
Soon eventually
Soon I will come down Will you too?
(You talk in circles)
(I can keep track all the time)
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
Come around
(You talk in circles)
(I can keep track all the time)
credits
released June 9, 2021
@abproductionaz on co-production and engineering and @sonnyyyyyy in the mix
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