I’d been meaning to go on about this song for a bit but hadn’t until now.
I think I was trying to get across a sense of imagery and maybe motion; I’m not sure. Mostly just trying to capture the song in word form. Some of this works; some of it doesn’t by being too obvious I feel, but overall I wrote about the song and the result is below.
2814’s “再生” is from 2814.
I hope you enjoy.
A beat steadily plays out with a softness. It seems to bubble whilst something announces itself before spreading and thinning out. It creates an expanded plain and slowly dissipates. A hollow wind rises form the remains and in it the distant cries of many flow on forward, moving, almost about to crash and collapse, but instead it fades away.
Long and slow something reaches outward, gradually making itself more present. The throng returns, almost as though a haunting and it fades away. That growing in presence fills space and takes on shape whilst remaining shapeless. It feels its way out and finds itself where the plain once was. It is a clear space and almost sterile. It is empty and so motion through spreading returns.
As time passes a sadness emerges as whilst space is filled, there is emptiness. There is loneliness. Inside it all, however, is a slight joy. It is buried but it is there. Something calls out from a distance and the beat finds itself joined by something pounding and marching. It echoes, though only slightly. Some of its strikes are more prominent but it seems more like a fading dream. It seems like something to grip onto in an empty space.
Gradually the additional beat seems to dull, though perhaps it doesn’t and it seems that way. As the sounds progress, however, more vague blurs appear. Something that could be something new appears slightly through the thickness. It finds points and senses the sadness and tries to call and reach out but it seems blocked. Still, it continues to reach out in whichever direction it can and the long and slow something responds in kind. They try to connect to each other but they seem unable to connect. They seem unable to touch and slowly that something new dissipates.
The beat remains striking and marching and bubbling, steady and does not relent, but it carries gentleness. It too speaks of memory and dream and objects in a distance and it remains as such even as wisps seem to descend and disappear without a sense of presence. They come in like small waves lapping at a shoreline and the expanse around them is vast and encompassing, and through them other things move and shimmer, though with much of the brightness and reflection removed.
Something calls out once more and sounds return, trying to reach out once more. They seem closer and more distant and they are unable to get through but they keep on trying. They try for there is a need to connect, but they are unable to beyond sight and hearing.
An innocence calls out and various sounds dissipate; at this point the beat has become more singular and is only bubbling, and there is space for the long and slow something. A heavy weight emerges and hangs low whilst something higher draws out, also searching. Gradual motion dominates and objects form and crystalise. One final return of sounds reaching out and one final attempt at connection and it is almost there. It is reaching out and it is looking to congeal and coalesce but it is unable to and more sounds dissipate.
The long and slow something becomes to fade away and the beat bubbles. Distant and vague another sound calls out and all the heaviness is washed away. As the beat fades out one last sound stretches and rises up. It moves forward and outward to somewhere new, but before where is revealed the song ends.