This Weird Wind
Thinking Plague Lyrics


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drawn through the sides of ages
towards an ancient dissolving shoreline
I unfold

feather falling past a moth spins slowly on a
strand of web dried
forgotten moisture for spiders now also crumbling
in the sun
it yellows the paper and leaves

now skeletal tree underneath the skies merciless
gaze of somber brightness
questions earth from which we emerged
questions earth which attracts us
questions the crimson light lying in measureless
reaches
lingering fire of eternity

I'll tell you
a weird wind moving through violet air blending
the scents of the secret
night flowers

now there's no difference inside or out the carpet
joins a path to the unknown

I worship all the things now as one thought released
by the wind of the place





here they are disturbed and draw me through the
ages to a time where I am

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Thinking Plague's song "This Weird Wind" explore themes of time, nature, and existentialism. The first few lines suggest a journey through different eras, towards an ancient shoreline that is dissolving. The imagery of a feather falling and a moth spinning on a strand of web add to the sense of fleeting and fragile nature of time passing. The paper and leaves are yellowed by the sun, suggesting a sense of decay and disintegration.


The lyrics then shift to focus on a skeletal tree, exposed to the brightness of the sky. The tree becomes a symbol of questioning earth and our own origins, and the crimson light that stretches into the immeasurable distance resonates with a sense of eternity. The singer then introduces the idea of a "weird wind" that blends the scents of secret nightflowers and blurs the line between inside and outside, drawing the singer towards the unknown.


The final lines suggest a sense of transcendence, with the singer worshipping all things as one thought and being "disturbed" to be drawn through the ages to a place where they existed before. The song as a whole presents a dreamlike, fragmented narrative that explores the ineffable mysteries of time and the natural world.


Line by Line Meaning

drawn through the sides of ages
Pulled through the history of time


towards an ancient dissolving shoreline
Going towards a fading, old shoreline


I unfold
I open up to the experience


feather falling past a moth spins slowly on a strand of web dried
A feather falls and spins slowly on a dried strand of spider web, like a dance


forgotten moisture for spiders now also crumbling in the sun it yellows the paper and leaves
Moisture is forgotten and drying out, turning yellow, just like the spider web it was once on


now skeletal tree underneath the skies merciless gaze of somber brightness
A lifeless tree under the unforgiving and gloomy brightness of the sky


questions earth from which we emerged
Asks about the origin of humanity


questions earth which attracts us
Questioning the pull of nature on humans


questions the crimson light lying in measureless reaches lingering fire of eternity
Questions the red light that seems infinite and eternal


I'll tell you a weird wind moving through violet air blending the scents of the secret night flowers
I'll describe a strange wind mixing with the fragrances of hidden nocturnal flowers


now there's no difference inside or out the carpet joins a path to the unknown
There's no distinction between inside and outside, a rug connects to the mysterious


I worship all the things now as one thought released by the wind of the place
Revering all things as a single thought set free by the energy of the environment


here they are disturbed and draw me through the ages to a time where I am
The surroundings agitate and bring me through the ages to a moment where I exist




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@tooneatdeep

thanks so much to Cuneiform for all the wonderful music they introduced me to ! - back in the late 90's, it was Thinking Plague (and its galaxy of stars), then The Claudia Quintet... and recently, through the Rascal Reporters, i discovered Jessica Martin Maresco (french singer, whom i hope i'll be able to see live - yes, i'm french too...)

@monosam

Rock Progresivo "Avant- Garde" de muy alta calidad, me gustó mucho.

@irenalandowska9217

Rock in opposition

@kuujjuaq58

yeah, exactly.

@uweboll8833

Yes!

@panzenoir4177

❤️ Thinking Plague. The band that doesn't fit into certain genre tag haha avant-prog maybe is the closest, but whatever, good music is good music!

@avantprog6902

You got it.

@cuneiformdesign

Did you ever hear the tragedy of Ea-nāṣir the merchant? I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you.

@gavinbuck8130

Their last two albums have been a bit too Shostakovichy for me, not the good Shostakovich which is a shame, if they had incorporated sections of Shostakovich's 4th symphony it would have been perfect, but those little noodling motifs of 4 short notes and two long repeat throughout, it's too much.

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