bohemian rhapsody

i’m a path of cinders burning under your feet

you’re the one who walks me; i’m your one way street

-bjork.

the land between the swamp of pop and the jagged cliffs of electronica, it is her kingdom.

i shifted my backpack so that its weight would rest easier on my frail shoulders. the backpack is heavy, the manual of rock music aficionados accounting for almost all of its weight. the manual contains all the rules that you are expected to follow as a Rock Fan.

rule #1 : Thou Shalt Not Appreciate Any Music That Is Not Guitar-and Drums Based.. bollocks!

and as i reached the end of my journey, weak and weary, i waited for her to sing to me.

she is a girl in a pretty white frock standing in the middle of a meadow.

she is the approaching roar of a world war 2 aircraft.

she is the evil grin on the pilot’s face as he presses down on the triggers.

she is the round of ammunition that screams across the sky and blows the girl in the white dress into a million pieces.

she is the blade of grass that bends in the wake of the plane.

she is the beautiful beast.

bjork, why do i love you so?

“if you forget my name, you’ll go astray…like a killer whale trapped in a bay”.