rushing through

Wolf Parade – The Grey Estates

This song is the new “Shoulder To The Wheel” — for me, it’s the same song + seven years of musical maturity.

It’s a roadtrip song, really, when you play it and your eyes are closed. You picture the road ahead of you and the population signs. The sun nearly rising or setting, you choose. The car’s attached to you, but it’s not about the car, it’s about you. Leaving, going. It’s urgent. “Darling, please!” It’s a feeling you can’t explain but it’s pumping into the blood stream and the marrow’s soaking it up like a car wash sponge. It’s sexy and dangerous and all right, you know. It’s fresh pine needles in the womb of dead blossoms. We’re getting out of the heart of urban feats and failures — out of the indecipherable nature of success and how black and white don’t exist. Let’s bring those contrasts back. I wonder if the radio works. Maybe Queen’s playing somewhere on the FM band.

And so you’re off. “A new world is just a minute away.” But I wonder if the new thing will become like the old thing, eventually.