At a party a very long time ago when I was in my early twenties and still eager to get out to see and be seen at one point I was deeply engaged with a group of people there describing to them a recent dream. The little group was interested in hearing it, interested in analyzing, having fun with me talking about something weird. Approaching from behind, from out of nowhere, and with zero interest in such things so unreal as dreams my date broke in saying, "Then an egg fell out of the sky and hit the ground right in front of you." And I said, "You bitch."
When I heard this song I thought, well, that's a bit of overproduced noise. But it grew on me. The lyrics look like a dream and so do these video segments. It's the sort of thing that appeals to me. Animators agree. It's new. Everyone on YouTube and elsewhere are nice about this. With the words right there in front of me open in another window, I kept up with the song signing it with my own hands in ASL, and not just mental impulses, it's a good lot of visual imagery just the sort of thing I look for, then it becomes so disjointed so ridiculous and so long and dragged out that I realize there would be no reason whatsoever to be communicating this to anybody and I lose patience with it. It's meaningless. It's too much physical effort to convey nonsense that nobody cares about and I'm all, then what next? -- An egg come flying out of the sky and hit the ground right in front of me. You bitch.
