Jamadoo

My jamadoo is and will forever be Saturn by Sleeping at Last. Words could not even begin to express how much comfort and pure alleviation this song grants me upon listening. To put it simply; it is my anthem of healing. The melody is so incredibility ethereal that whenever I listen to it I can hear my life unfolding before me. This song is what I imagine I will hear when the day comes when the abstract truth of everything I have ever known will become completely undone. This song is the first star being born and the last dying ember of light all at once; it’s the whole story of humankind, forwards and backwards and paused all at the same time all in four minutes and thirty-seven seconds. The chorus takes me to a dimension of tranquility. Saturn is so enchanting that it somehow makes melancholy and peace coexist. 

To me, the artist is talking to loved one on their deathbed, thanking them for explaining the nature of the universe. These words inspired the writer to create art but he could never fully comprehend their meaning. He tried to write them down but he could never quite capture the words. The last lyric of the song is my absolute favorite “with shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite. How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.” In this line, it sounds to me like the artist is promising his loved one that he too will unravel the secrets of the universe and carry on his legacy. 

You taught me the courage of stars before you left

How light carries on endlessly, even after death

With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite

How rare and beautiful it is, to even exist

I couldn’t help but ask

For you to say it all again

I tried to write it down

But I could never find a pen

I’d give anything to hear

You say it one more time

That the universe was made

Just to be seen by my eyes

I couldn’t help but ask

For you to say it all again

I tried to write it down

But I could never find a pen

I’d give anything to hear

You say it one more time

That the universe was made

Just to be seen by my eyes

With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite

How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist