One of my favorite Daft Punk cuts, reworked into my now favorite Daft Punk cover by BTS, otherwise known as baLAance and the Traveling Sounds.
Truth be told, I could skip the rap section. I truly can’t stand a rap that has absolutely nothing to say or nothing to do with the song it’s attached to. So the dude can string words together that rhyme? Big whoop. Yeah, I know it’s akin to an instrumentalist performing a solo, but the when the words in the solo mean nothing, it’s pointless.
That said, the 38 seconds of pointless are completely overshadowed by some serious groove, excellent horns, a super-tight drummer, and a sweet guitar excursion that ends in a smooth retelling of the thought that most, unfortunately, keep secret.
I kept that shirt on for the night,
Waking throughout to stare at the tear-stained sleeve,
Laid on my shoulder,
Pressed on my heart.
In the night, I swam in the deep,
In the dark… The cold.
I swam for my life through tears (for my love,)
Back to the shore… to you.
Digging through, I found that shirt,
Crawled inside its comfort, and
Its sighs (too deep for words.)
Felt weight on my shoulder, and my heart,
My heart swam out in the night,
The deep.
The dark.
Completely unexpected,
I’m caring not to wonder,
The how, the why, the really?
It’s not the reason.
Open to interruption,
So bold in your assessment,
The where, the when, the shall we?
I don’t need a reason.
A reason might stop this madness,
That’s feeding my night-minded wanderings.
A reason might stifle this gladness,
That’s diverting my right-minded wonderings.
There is no yes
no yes, no no.
There is no yes
no no, no yes, no no.
Want.
I want to wonder,
and answer all the questions that fly around, and trip my sorry self up in speaking to you.
But, there is no yes
no yes, no no.
There is no yes
no no, no yes, no no.
As I was walking down Main Street, seeing your face in the distance, I remembered how good it felt to experience the inability to withhold my outer-expression of being enamored with you.
We have become a global community of broken records, skipping in time, incessantly increasing our remarkable flaws. We continually repeat our worst disasters, our greatest calamities, our largest loss of lives. If we continue in our quest, these all-time greats will certainly be topped by yet another record-breaking event of our cause, by action or neglect.
Isn’t it time we, by our actions and omissions, put an end to this pursuit of greatness? What do you need? That with which you can live… thrive… celebrate… love. That’s all you need.