Dionysus

The nervous beat of this song runs like thoughts in your head when fatigue and guilt are tangled up in a knot. The words “I'm trying” are repeated almost like a mantra - not for persuasiveness, but to keep from losing balance. Hidden between the lines is a desire to fix everything, but along with it is the fear that it's already too late.

The sounds flash like sparks, like headlights on an empty highway, sometimes lifting you up, sometimes pulling you down. There is both despair and hope in this rocking motion: the stars peer into your eyes, the fire hides the truth, and your heart still reaches out, trying not to fly away. The music seems to turn a weary plea into a spell of salvation, in which both powerlessness and persistence can be heard.