Music march 7/31

Airbag – machines and men

Some lines stay. I don’t know why certain words stick while others fade, but I wanna get out, I wanna be free, so come on now, let me out lodged itself somewhere in me the first time I heard it. It didn’t ask to be remembered. It just was.

It’s been years, and I don’t listen to Machines and Men as often anymore, but those words still surface. They’ve slipped into my own writing, not as a direct echo but as something reshaped and rewritten, the feeling of them woven into poems and thoughts.

Maybe it’s the way the song carries itself, unrushed, steady, never forcing anything. It moves forward because that’s what it does, not because it’s trying to get anywhere. That’s probably what makes the line hit harder. It’s not desperate. It just is.

I don’t need to explain why it stayed. Some things don’t need explaining. Music is always about memories and meaning. Isn’t it?

Credits for musicmarch go to demfloseinewelt on Threads