Palimend
Benoît Pioulard Lyrics
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With valleys for their styluses & graphics for her fellow
Our Sunday morning starknesses sang false endearing senses
A frame of preening darknesses made mortar for their fences
It is not over, you just don?t know what you have done
When we?re nervous for all our sins in grainy wilted blessing
Oh smokepure strain of meeknesses & deathly-bound allying
Too many little sweetnesses, so much life in denying
I always wanted you to know I never wanted you to go
Your savior dies in empire glow but never tries to let it show
The opening line of Benoît Pioulard's song "Palimend" sets the mood for the entire piece, evoking a sense of stillness and deep contemplation. The dusk is described as "intended silences," as if it were a deliberate act to make the world quiet and reflective. The "corners pulling yellow" might suggest a fading of the light, perhaps as the sun sets or as night begins to fall. The setting is described in terms of valleys and graphics, which gives it a certain visual quality. These are the instruments of creation, and they are being used to create a landscape that is both beautiful and melancholy.
The second set of lines moves into the realm of the personal, describing emotional states rather than physical ones. The "Sunday morning starknesses" might suggest the emptiness of a day that is supposed to be celebratory but instead feels hollow. The "false endearing senses" could refer to the way that we try to put on a brave face and present a happy exterior, even when we are feeling anything but. The "preening darknesses" is a phrase that seems to have a certain amount of contradiction built into it, suggesting that we are trying to hide something while at the same time attempting to make ourselves look good. Overall, the song seems to be about the way that we try to cope with difficult emotions and experiences by presenting a facade of strength and poise, even when we are actually struggling on the inside.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh dusk intended silences & corners pulling yellow
The peacefulness of the evening and the way it envelops the surroundings is intended, with the shadows in the corners serving as a contrast to the yellowish hue.
With valleys for their styluses & graphics for her fellow
The valleys shaped the landscape as if drawn with a pen, and the graphics depicted the relationships between them.
Our Sunday morning starknesses sang false endearing senses
The bleakness of the Sunday morning conveyed a sense of false beauty and attraction.
A frame of preening darknesses made mortar for their fences
The aura of arrogance that was created from the darkness acted as the binding agent for their respective barriers.
It is not over, you just don?t know what you have done
Despite the perception of finality, the true impact of the situation has yet to be realized.
When we?re nervous for all our sins in grainy wilted blessing
Amidst the unease stemming from the guilt-ridden wrongdoings, a sense of redemption is found in the faded, delicate state of things.
Deserved of whistling cardinal winds while gravity?s redressing
The harshness of the winds and the corrections of gravity serve as just punishment for one's misdeeds.
Oh smokepure strain of meeknesses & deathly-bound allying
The purity of submission and the inevitability of death combine in a precarious balance.
Too many little sweetnesses, so much life in denying
There are countless minor pleasures in life, but denying oneself of them results in a more meaningful existence.
I always wanted you to know I never wanted you to go
The regret of not expressing a desire to keep someone close is paired with the acknowledgement that the desire was always present.
Your savior dies in empire glow but never tries to let it show
The one who brought salvation perishes in a grandiose display of power, but conceals their apparent weakness.
Contributed by Brayden Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.