I Love The Bridge In The Last Woman On Earth As Much As The Next Person, But Theres Something About The

i love the bridge in the last woman on earth as much as the next person, but theres something about the quietness of the rest of the song. it's soft, you can tell shes speaking to someone she loves. the way each verse ends makes it obvious that she's pleading with the person to burn her, scatter her, hide her body from the ravenous masses. to understand the risk she took when she stepped into the limelight. to hear the screams from defiled women before her. to ensure that the same pain doesnt happen to her. its just such a pleading, hopeful song and at the end we dont even know if that person honored her wishes or if she ended up just like so many women before her.

The true measure of evil in Tolkien's work is how much the character disrespects or hates trees.

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okay so

to me songs 1-8 are a solid narrative of a shitty relationship, with knitting song and as good a reason both serving as different types of cap-offs to it. knitting song is about a warm love. as good a reason is about using your spite to poison men.

then we go on a little adventure through some songs with narratives of their own: triassic love song is about the two fossils of different species discovered entangled in a burrow together. escape pod is about being sent off earth as it ends, and survivor's guilt.

last woman on earth returns to previous themes of feminine rage and pain, but this time it feels to be directed at the public at large. it is also an entreaty to a specific person to dispose of her body in the way she wishes. bones on the beach follows on to this by exploring themes of longing for rest and peace, wondering if even in death a creature (a woman) can be left alone.

hunter is empathy with the hunting, starving beast. there's a lot of metaphor going on here. we'll get into that later

warmth feels like after this jaunt through stories (playing with how close we get to the previous themes and messages), the narrator is in a better place, trying to ground herself in the safety she's now found

and then yeti is the end. it's over. "we're nothing but myths now that neither of us believe in" this is the letting go, the release.

I actually think the songs are even more entangled than I wrote out in this but I need to relisten with more brainpower than I have right now at 2:30am to cohere my thoughts. so have these for now because I NEED TO TALK TO PEOPLE ABOUT THIS

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