I went and listened to Buffalo Replaced because of your post. Now I'm heartbroken first thing in the morning. What have you done. (Please dissect it and enlighten me with your views, I love reading your thoughts)
Hey in my defence you knew what you were signing up for as soon as you got into this hell hole of big sad :P
I wish I could sit down and tear apart this song word by word but time is a cruel bitch what can I say.
This album, although named the land is inhospitable and so are we, sounds like a summer evening and contains so much land. So much nature. Makes me wonder if we're the only inhospitable ones and so so jealous of everything around that we must make everything inhospitable too.
This song too, just like the general theme, feels like a breezy summer evening in the garden while your inhospitable home stands behind you. And you somehow can't just enter it, you'd rather let the mosquitoes pester you and drink you dry than go back in there. The parallels between the mosquitoes sucking you dry while you do the same to the moon, draining the higher being for nourishment and solace. Another element of the summer being fireflies, they fly past you, around the tall grass and bushes like fast lights, falling stars, like little packets of memories that zoom around you. You can also see or feel the smoke and smell of fire, possibly a bonfire and the children enjoy it.
The chorus could mean a lot of things but one thing that I settled on was changes, how we change and distort nature for ourselves, to build more rail lines so that these freight trains can run. And also that nature is not much different, a new, younger buffalo replaces an older one. Alternatively, the freight train, a much more tamer version of herself is allowed to stampede away in her backyard unlike her wilder self, the buffalo. She's had to replace her wildness with a calmer, quieter self.
Hopelessness is also a big theme in this song, i believe. You're hopeful, a blind, nameless hope who doesn't look at past experiences or mistakes but stupidly hopes. She gives her all, she gets sickly and throws up/shits when given an opportunity, a window to be hopeful. She feeds on the delusions and tries to coax you in believing when you're away as in when your logic leaves you. You think it'd be easier to be hopeless, to have such an unbelievable part of you gone but at the same time you don't want that, you just want it to quiet down sometimes, go to sleep because then you're not completely hopeless or hopeful. You stand on a neutral ground, hence less prone to hurt.
The last chorus is again pretty much self explanatory. Your tamer self reaches far beyond your more intense self could ever. And you stand there on your yard, hearing the horn and calculating it's distance while the mosquitoes prickle your legs and the darkness of your house and bonfire smoke spreads into the sky and it gets darker. The fireflies and the dead buffalo can keep you company only for so long.
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Been listening to Mitski’s new album at 2 am. I think that’s how she would want people to listen to it.
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