Let’s continue this sickness trend.

Yesterday made me think. Or rather, thinking about yesterday made me think about something related to it.

I’m guessing that everybody has a song or two that they like to listen to when they’re sick. (When it’s not a sickness that’s made worse by noises.)

Music has so many connections inside us that it can fire when we listen to it. It can summon memories, it can influence emotions and it can put us into and out from many moods. And when I’m sick, I’ve got a few songs I really like to listen to. This will be this week’s theme. “Music Matt Listens To When He’s Feeling Unwell”. You’re in for a treat.

The Doors – The End

The Doors – The End [Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine] | 1972 | All kinds of Rock (Blues, Psychedelic, Acid, Hard…)

What can I say?
Not much. Not much that will make sense, any way.
This is a dark, twisted song. And yet, it’s so relaxing and soothing.
It’s ambiance and texture seem to whisper into your mind’s eye, to seduce you. To lead you away from your troubles.
It’s only when you start listening to the lyrics when the full scale of madness and insanity is brought before you. (Which is why I put the lyrics at the end of the post today.)
But even then, the song still makes you think. And it makes you think in twisted ways. It mixes classical and ancient themes of dramatic storytelling with a stoned-out-beyond-belief sense of coherence. It’s slow and pondering and still makes you stay on your toes.

And, yes.
It’s also a song that I connect deeply with Vampire and Mage. Both games deal with someone human who now has to deal with a reality that’s seemingly like the one they were used to, but wholly different, masked only by a thin veneer of memories and active subterfuge. It deals with someone who has to face the fact that their mortal friends, loved ones and intimate relations have to go, but that they’re still some of the most important things in their life. – At least, that’s what I take from it, when I look at it from that context.

The End is one of my deep favourites. It’s complex and whacked out and dark and chilled. It’s a good song, and it’s able to underline many different situations.

And when I feel really, really ill/sick/down, it’s a very good song to listen to. Perhaps think about Apocalypse Now!, perhaps think about Mage or Vampire, perhaps just close my eyes, peer into the darkness and paint images with my mind that go with the music. And sometimes to just let it wash over me, taking away my troubles with its full force of being.

[expand title=”Lyrics”]This is The End, beautiful friend
This is The End, my only friend, The End

Of our elaborate plans, The End
Of everything that stands, The End
No safety or surprise, The End
I’ll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what we’ll be?
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake, he’s long, seven miles
Ride the snake, he’s old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest

The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us?

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door, and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother, I want to…..

C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
C’mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is The End
Beautiful friend
This is The End
My only friend, The End

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is The End[/expand]