existentialism

Musical Existentialism (Box of Noise)

Detail of frame from music video for "Box of Noise" by Lilly Wood and the Prick. (2016, Choke Industry Records; dir. Benjamin Cotto)

Ladies and gentlemen, Lilly Wood and The Prick.

No, really, I’m not certain what else goes here.

If I am ever stuck in silence, please kill me; for I would rather die than hear nothing. When I attempt to sleep, I get scared of the emptiness; I am so afraid of disappearing. If so, kill me. And if I feel like I am losing it―if so, kill me, kill me. If there is no reason to be, then kill me. Please put my body in a box, in a box of noise. Please don’t write anything on my box, on my box of noise. If they ever find a way to happiness, please wake me from this sleep. I can’t stand this: Is it bad to say that I am okay with numbing through this all? I won’t stand this: Could we please admit that nothing will fix this? I can’t stand this; I won’t stand this. Please put my body in a box, in a box of noise. Please don’t write anything on my box, on my box of noise.

Lilly Wood and the Prick, “Box of Noise” (2016)

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Death on Existentialism

Death, existentialEvery now and then, I fall apart.

Oh, wait. Wrong song. Never mind.

Anyway, every now and then we all have our sentimental moments. Just ask Mary Death.

You know, it’s like, Really? Come on, kiddo, you’re not gloomy enough to have Death as a best friend. Try Cosmo and Wanda.

Then again, what are warm fuzzies to the Grim Reaper who is human enough to need them?

Guilty pleasure, maybe? Or is all pleasure guilty when you’re in that line of work?