There's something that is being done rhythmically in the bass line that if I'm not mistaken is meant to imitate the passage of time as perceived by consciousness. I'm speaking specifically of the bum-bum-bummmmmm-baba pattern. With the clickety-clack rhythm steadily moving ahead in the background, it feels to me that the initial "bum-bum" portion is the attempt to live at a pace that seems comfortable, and the "bummmmmm" is the slowing down to look around, either to see what's slipping past or just to notice how far you've fallen behind. This leaves the "baba" portion wherein the consciousness makes an attempt to catch up. It's hopelessly doomed, however, because it soon returns to comfort and lags behind again. There's also something being done rhythymically in the way the vocals are delivered that suggest the relationship between time and consciousness. The rhythym is something like "ba-baaaaaa ba-ba-baaaaaa baaaaaaaaaaaa" in the delivery of the verse and in the chorus it's "ba-Ba-BA BaaaaaaaaaaaaaaBaaaaaaaaaaaaBaaaaaaaaaaaa" You can ignore my idiot notation for now, but the the staggering of consonants seem to suggest a winding down of ones own battery. As a counter to the bass, the beginning rapid and staccato, and the drawn out portions are sung with increased vibrato, even as they fade. This, to me, suggests that the attempt to "keep up" is thwarted by the loss of energy as with a battery steadily losing charge. One of the beautiful things about music is the way this is communicated within the music itself. The lyrics point you towards a way of interpreting the music, which bears out explicitly through abstraction in a direct and immediate manner what words can only say "at a distance". Good music and visual art does this kind of thing all of the time, and it saddens me that a lot of folks don't pick up on it, or at least in my case are so devoid of the necessary vocabulary only fumble about for the words. When I was in college, I studied art and philosophy. It bothered me when a painting was critiqued and words were used to describe what the painting was "doing" and some of the snottier students might say something like "Well if that's what's in the painting, why not just say THAT" (referring to the words used). They were ignoring (perhaps intentionally) that the words were emptier, signalling a chain of cognition that while capable of evoking much, were paler reflections of raw emotion (or subtle emotion, for that matter) that the words could never get across as succinctly or powerfully. In addition, a proper painting might set off multiple parallel chains of cognition simultaneously, and these bifurcating paths could be revisited at will acting as a silent backdrop for contemplation of these very paths and the alternates suggested by the various perspectives viewing them. Finally, the enrichment of the engaged minds viewing the works could then extract more from other works presented or even reality itself, as giving multiple species of contour to what was in effect mere assortment of colour and shape might give rise to appreciation of the beauty of what surrounds us along with the potential for extraction of knowledge hidden in plain sight (or sound, as it were). Those that really follow this didn't need to read it. I for one, will save and reread what I wrote, because having an armory of conceptual defense for the pursuit of art and philosophy is becoming increasingly necessary in a world that reacts with hostility to that which doesn't immediately result in a machine with a crank that may be turned to print hollow financial reward. May those thus comported read and understand a work like Ozymandias, and recognizing that even the greatest works resist the passage of time, find the joys and fulfillment possible in partaking of the richness of the now.
I once drank an entire growler of beer from my work (a brewery) after my shift one day and watched this on repeat. After half the bottle i was crying my fucking eyeballs out. Ahh good times
From 4:20 x cues the pun reminds me of a trip I took on Ketamine I was sucked up by the roots of a tree and went up and up everything was so close It was wonderful long live Thom Bjork PJ Harvey and all true Artists
Escuche este tema en la tele cuando tenia 10/11 años, me marco muchisimo, pero nunca la volvi a escuchar desde entonces, un dia se me ocurre volver a buscarla despues de muchos intentos en el pasado, y esta vez la tarareo por google... Diez años que no escucho esta cancion, es un recuerdo muy hermoso...
@@soundstation8343 No, la escuchaba en un canal de música en "telered", que es una proveedora de tv en argentina, pasaban música al azar, ahí también conocí a damon albarn y a artics monkeys
