Music Monday - Lofticries by Purity Ring

Happy New Year internet pilgrims!!! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a good start of the year.

I'm sorry I've gone M.I.A. (missing in action) on you. Life has become a little too complicated and something had to give. Unfortunately, that tends to be all the things you do to enjoy yourself. It just doesn't seem fair, does it? Moving on swiftly before I start whinging... I'm happy to be back. Herray!! Run for cover everybody. :)

I heard of Canadian electronic music duo Purity Ring through BBC Radio1 and fell in love with them. If you don't love their otherworldly sound and poetic lyrics, you have to at least appreciate how weird their music videos are. Love them! But then again, I'm a weirdo with a club badge. 

A word of warning: don't listen to this song if you're feeling as grey as the Lancashire weather outside my window. It might not do you any good. Purity Ring is good, but their songs are also very moody. 

OUT OF CURIOSITY: This particular video sparked an interesting argument on YouTube about what it's suppose to mean. Some reasoning that it talks about how we turn a blind eye to situations we need to act upon, others just branding it plain weird, and a third group saying "shut up and enjoy the song". What do you reckon?

LYRICS...

LOFTICRIES

by Purity Ring

Bring, bring the thunder 

And the loud, loud rain

Lead our woes asunder

'Neath the proud, proud veins

Of traits that bleed the gunmen 

Of our pumping earthly hearts

Ween our joys in plunder

Feel our shining teeth

Bet our hold on happiness

Bead-weighted chests with lofty cries

Lofty cries with trembling thighs

Weepy chests with weepy sighs

Weepy skin with trembling thighs

You must be hovering over yourself

Watching us trip on each other's side

Dear brother collect all the liquids off of the floor

Use your oily fingers

Make a paste, let it form

Let it seep through your sockets and earholes

Into your precious, fractured skull

Let it seep, let it keep you from us

Patiently heal you

Patiently unreel you

Bead-weighted chests with lofty cries

Lofty cries with trembling thighs

Weepy chests with weepy sighs

Weepy skin with trembling thighs

You must be hovering over yourself

Watching us drip on each other's side

Dear brother collect all the liquids off of the floor

Use your oily fingers

Make a paste, let it form

Bead-weighted chests with lofty cries

Lofty cries with trembling thighs

Weepy chests with weepy sighs

Weepy skin with trembling thighs

You must be hovering over yourself

Watching us trip on each other's sides.