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Hai, this is puppy creampuffs with my first two interpretations of songs off of disjecta Membra.

*NOTE this is just my thoughts on these songs, and everyone sees them differently, so if you don't agree with them, i totally understand

Also, i am a very bad writer, so if this is badly structured, please don't say anything about it*

My interpretation of Please Mr. Pilot

This song is about the struggle of dealing with the death of a loved one. In the song he talks about how he feels like he can't go to the cemetery and pay his respects at his loved ones funeral. He justified this decision to himself by coming up with various reasons to not go like he doesnt wanna see flowers growing on the grave, he already said goodbye, he shouldn't have to do it in public and why should he go there and be sad in front of strangers. He is just trying to forget that the person died and the funeral is facing the facts and that's the real reason he doesn't want to go.

My interpretation of 2:24

This song is about a day of bandcamp in the summer. As he is just saying the daily events of band camp and what position they happen. I'm not sure what to interpret this as but in my brain this is a fun description of the day from the perspective of a kid in band camp who is bored and decided to make a silly song about it.

FUNFACT: In a Livestream will said he used to play the trombone in high school marching band.

If you liked this i will be releasing more and linking them too each other at some point sown here.

Second post

Here’s a dumb poem I made :’))

A Minute

As we stroll through meadows of joy, your smile is bright,

We dance and sing, shaded, covered by a rainbow,

But the clock’s time is ticking in this long-term lie,

Yet we clung to it, to avoid the curse bestowed

Now we are in quite polished rooms of rotten wood,

The lie has dried out and the truth wetly remains,

I would scream, I would speak, if I just simply could,

And I sense your fear…and so calmness I shall feign

We had such fun in this illusion called freedom,

Where we ignored the majority’s punishment,

Where we were ready to not come to a kingdom,

For we were sick of this world’s lies and its treatment!

Now we stroll through the smooth streets built by the cruel,

We walk proudly, heads held high, covered by their jeers,

I dumbly plead with them to give time to us fools,

They did give us time, but just a minute, I hear

So uhhh, this is random cringe I guess and it’s up to your own interpretation

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⭐Two different sketches are scanned and combined into one. They start on the same day, so I decided to collect them like this. Just to be. I need training in the schedule :3⭐🤭