So, I think I know what I’m going to get for a tattoo.
This probably sounds, and probably is, lame, but I don’t care. It’s important to me and that’s all that matters. I’m going to get a chrome and metallic cluster of skyscrapers, with a gray sky background. It’s because of the Wilco song Hell is Chrome. This is the way I interpet the song:
Hell is supposed to be some horrible, bad thing, but you want it anyways, though you know you shouldn’t. Or think you know you shouldn’t. That’s the tough part. Basically, the lyrics of the song as whole represent something I deeply desire, and sometimes come close to achieving—the feeling of solitude, perfection, cleanliness, brilliance, peace, and complete lack of worry or stress. Also desire, which is strange. The desire to just drop EVERYTHING and just escape. Also, these adjectives in my perceived context of this song mean a LOT to me; clean, precise, crisp, chrome, and haze. I don’t really know what I’m getting at, but that’s it.
when the devil came
he was not red
he was chrome
and he said
“come with me,
you must go”
so I went
where everything was clean
so precise and towering
I was welcomed
with open arms
I received so much help
in every way
I felt no fear
I felt
no fear
the air was crisp
like sunny-late winter days
springtime morning
high in the haze
and I felt
like I belonged
come with me
come with me
come with me
come with me
come with me…
