Song of the Week: 41
The battle of the dark moon was won, eventually, and the weekend was joyous. Animals, animals, animals. What can I say? It is, just as these past days have been, perfection incarnate; perfection, born out of anguish; joy out of pain and so on and so forth. This album, Animals, have reached that peak twice during its stay in my mind.
Once, walking home through those dark small town streets three in the morning, wasted as fuck. I righteously felt that it was time for some hard core Pink Floyd action, and thus it all began. Coincidentally, I happened to pick one of the best albums of all time, Animals. I had, also coincidentally, just read Animal Farm by George Orwell, which the album practically is about, with songs such as “Dogs”, “Sheep” and “Pigs”.
Fate had fun that night, it seemed, for a weird, never before seen creature appeared in front of me, running and dancing by my side. Crazy shiat! Also a hedgehog stood by a staircase, struggling frenetically to climb those wretched symbols of oppression and authoritarian force. Wut.
And now, a year later, in the room of warmth and empathy, lost together in time. Three times, did the tunes of that wonderful album ring through our ears. And just as she said, Dogs, truly is the summit of the summit.
Woof Woof.
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