Favorite Song Friday: Up the Hill Backwards

The same voices making the same claims. And this song keeps running through my head.

The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom
And the possibilities it seems to offer
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

A series of shocks sneakers fall apart
Earth keeps on rolling witnesses falling
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

Yeah yeah yeah
Up the hill backwards
It'll be alright



While we sleep they go to work
We're legally crippled it's the death of love
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

More idols then realities
I'm okay, you're so so

Yeah yeah yeah
Up the hill backwards
It'll be alright

So he says. But listen to the intro and outro, both in 7/8, and tell me if it really sounds like it's going to be all right. 

(Yeah, I know—this about the media coverage of his divorce. Like much great art, it's not confined to just one interpretation. It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it.)