I've recently been hooked on a song called Kettering by The Antlers. It all happened was I was just sitting at my computer watching an episode of Chuck when during a particular (important) scene the song was being used in the background. At that point, the on screen action was so impactful and although I didn't exactly know the lyrics to the song yet, I felt the tone and atmosphere of the song was perfect. It helped accentuate the poignant feel of the scene in every single way.
Of course, after some google-ing I found the song and downloaded it. Not long after, it became a proud member of my playlist. In fact, it is the tune you're listening to right now, considering you don't immediately press pause at my (iPod touch) upon entering this blog. Have patience, I implore you. For it will be rewarded.
The song starts off soft and hummed and slowly builds up as it tells the story through the wonderfully crafted lyrics. Then, suddenly, the revelation appears and the tune transcends into an convoluted yet harmonious ending fueled by such emotions so much so that as you think back to what has been narrated to you throughout the song, the experience may have you relating to it, one way or another. Hearts may yearn, tears may fall. At any rate, a tinge of sadness will manifest and rest silently at the bottom of the heart.
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As the last leg of the race looms over, I felt my knees weakening, giving way to sheer pressure. Pressure I haven't felt in a long while. As I slowed down to take a breather before embarking on the final sprint that will hopefully send me ascending through the positions of those who had surpassed me in the past, I noticed the increasing number of contestants overtaking me.
I looked back.
Few remain. Those who still at my tail were either too lazy to give a damn, or simply were not cut out for this. I directed my vision back to the people in front. No, this is insane. Foolish and futile. Every factor strives to slow me down. The sun is hot and heavy, yet my heart remains silver and cold.
I took a glance at my timing so far.
It was below par. Had I come this far only to fall? I knew about the winners' circle up a few hundred yards ahead. Knowing there are those who are waiting there to give me their support does little to incite me.
My head is aching, my calves burning. Lungs asphyxiated and struggling to prevent a collapse. No, I said to myself again. This time with a different resolution.
No.
Inexplicably, my mind made its decision.
My heart burned with red hot passion and desire.
Teeth gritted, fists clenched.
And I took off.
Can we go far away to the humming meadow?
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