Plowed, Sponge, 1994
This song rattles me in an oh so very 90s sort of way. Is there a more perfect pairing than the opening guitar riff and kickoff lyric in Plowed? The guitar is just so frenetically beautiful and the accompanying lyric is a profoundly poetic contrast. "Will I wake up? Some dream I made up." I say, yes. It's most definitely past time to wake up from this dream I made up.
Plowed has been my faithful earworm companion this week. Yes, I feel my fairytale dream slipping away but thankfully, singing along to Plowed is therapeutic for me. Always has been. This line, "say a prayer for me," forever gets caught in my throat, though. This one hits me, too: I'm plowed into the sound. Yes, indeed. I am so very buried by sound.
I am plowed, buried, and utterly shook by a recent [unexpected] moment of clarity. This song is all about dealing with those scary intuitive "knowing" feelings that are bound to come in a world of human wreckage. Harbingers. Time to face reality.
PS: Damn the man! Save the empire!
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