An electric guitar, a voice builds, strings whip around it, carry it higher before the guitar cuts the chords and drops the melody back to earth………To rise up again, more frantic this time, more pace, more words. Like when people talk too much. Like in plays, when characters say anything but what they mean because they are searching for the right words but can’t quite…But the act of them speaking, the way they speak, the fact they are speaking reveals the emotion that slices through the bustle of your thoughts and grabs your soul. This emotion that powers them, ignites your heart. For 4:07 you are awake and feeling: an unfurling of pain and truth and confusion and imperfection and regret and fear?
But then determination.
And then power.