A personal apocalypse, on Trisha Yearwood's End Of The World
After launching her album eponymous song called PrizeFighter, the one that just leaked on newalbumreleases dot net, and after doing a bit of touring, Trisha Yearwood hit us with this wonderful song called End Of The World. It's not a grim revelation, no snakes in the water, no locusts, but there is a sort of end of days the way the individual man sees it. The way Addie Bundren was dying in Faulkner's 'As I Lay Dying', or the way Ivan Ilyich was dying in Lev Tolstoy's short story. I know comparing music to books seems overrated, but they're both art, and reflect, more or less, a vision of life. When song's aren't talking about the self in a boasting manner, songs like these appear, and talk about the world ending when the loved one's image is fading.
'Time will run out before long he's gone' - a beautiful way of saying 'till death do us part', then it's 'the end of the sun shining down on me' (that's another way of dying, not able to see the sun anymore, knowing that even blind men see the sunlight), 'breath in and out of me', a major emphasis on OUT of me. Seeing how text analysis on a book, or on a song may ruin your serene critical view, it may also point out to aspects that might otherwise allude one that's 'reading into' the object of analysis. This is what I'm hoping on here. The song, as all music and books, has a way of alluding the cementing speech, the statue carving knowledge of the mind, thus, a more elusive feeling is conveyed from the song as a whole, after listening to it, a clash between each of our spirits and the fluid matter of the audio wave begins, and words can barely begin to capture its effects. That's what's gonna happen once you've clicked play. Enjoy!