The Microphones - I Want Wind To Blow

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2 Jul 2017

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The thunder clouds broke up

And the rain dried up
The lightning let up
The clacking shutters just shut up

There's no black or white
No change in the light
No night, no golden sun

The sound of cars
The smell of bars
The awful feeling of electric heat
And the fluorescent lights
There's sacrifice
There's hard feelings
There's pointless waste

I want wind to blow
My clothes off me
Sweep me off my feet
Take me up and bring me back
Oh, where I can see
Days pass by me
I have no head to hold in grief

There's no hope for me
I've been set free
There's no breeze
There's no ship on my sea

 

 

“I don’t remember what got me thinking about storms as a metaphor for emotional turmoil, but there were a bunch of songs on this theme. This one I remember writing, discovering the guitar line, sitting on the guest bed in my friend Mirah’s parents’ house outside Philadelphia in the fall of 2000 in the middle of a long tour. Life at home was confusing and stagnant and so ‘I want wind to blow.…’ means ‘I want crazy events to happen to me. I’m tired of gray. Give me black or white.’ Also, my hometown, Anacortes, is more exposed and more windy on its island than the basin holding Olympia, where I lived at the time. I missed home.”  – PHIL ELVERUM

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