heyy bestiess i’m leaving the lyrics here in case any of y’all need it 🥰❤️ Achilles Achilles Achilles come down, won't you Get up off Get up off the roof? You're scaring us And all of us Some of us love you Achilles, it's not much but there's proof You crazy assed cosmonaut Remember your virtue Redemption lies plainly in truth Just humour us Achilles Achilles come down Won't you get up off Get up off the roof Achilles Achilles Achilles come down, won't you Get up off Get up off the roof? The self is not so weightless Nor whole and unbroken Remember the pact of our youth Where you go I'm going So jump and I'm jumping Since there is no me without you Soldier on Achilles Achilles come down Won't you get up off Get up off the roof? Loathe the way they light candles in Rome But love the sweet air of the votives Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone Engage with the pain as a motive Today of all days See How the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and you'll rise above Achilles Achilles Achilles Jump now You are absent of cause Or excuse So self-indulgent And self-referential No audience could ever want you You crave the applause Yet hate the attention Then miss it, your act is a ruse It is empty, Achilles So end it all now It's a pointless resistance For you Achilles Achilles Just put down the bottle Don't listen to what you've consumed It's chaos, confusion And wholly unworthy Of feeding and it's wholly untrue You may feel no purpose Nor a point for existing It's all just conjecture and gloom And there may not be meaning So find one and seize it Do not waste your self on this roof Hear those bells ring deep in the soul Chiming away for a moment Feel your breath course frankly below See life as a worthy opponent Today of all days See How the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and you'll rise above Crowned by an overture bold and beyond Ah, it's more courageous to overcome You want the acclaim The mother of mothers (it's not worth it Achilles) More poignant than fame Or the taste of another (don't listen Achilles) But be real and just jump You dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles) You will not be more Than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat) You want my opinion (no one asked your opinion) My opinion you've got You asked for my counsel (no one asked for your thoughts) I gave you my thoughts Be done with this now And jump off the roof Can you hear me Achilles? I'm talking to you I'm talking to you I'm talking to you I'm talking to you Achilles come down Achilles come down Throw yourself into the unknown With pace and a fury defiant Clothe yourself in beauty untold And see life as a means to a triumph Today of all days See How the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and you'll rise above Crowned by an overture bold and beyond Ah, it's more courageous to overcome
Well I speak French and trust me understanding it feels just as weird because you cant really understand but you kinda do tho and I'm so unsteady right now
@@elo5262 I sorta understand what u meant like first language is English and etc and then I went to french school and boy everyone kept saying I talked as if I was speaking English plus my accent so I feel like if I was a natural learner I’d just understand French but yea
@@erensgotaces it’s actually both! The voice insulting Achilles is telling him to jump off, while the nicer voice ( which is the main one throughout the whole song ) tells him to get off the roof
This feels like...Dancing a ballet to this song in a totally empty, dusty, potentially falling apart auditorium with a record player or cassette player that can't play the higher or lower notes anymore so it just either skips notes or slams them all onto the same set of bars, yaknow?
O! To be the phantom of a ballerina; a blazing star who met her fate being fed poison by an envious, vengeful elder sister. To be trapped in the theatre in which she passed, surrounded by her own coughed-up blood on the stage she once flourished on. To dance for eternity, spinning in an endless ballet.
I imagine this as a girl in a big long dress running down a castle hallway trying to find the music but she never finds it and completely loses her mind
It sounds like you're trying to find Achilles but you can't find him as you run through the building. You can only hear the echo's of what's happening. It feels like you're running up what feels like an endless staircase trying to get to the roof as you listen to what's happening.
I cannot begin to describe how I feel right now. I feel both calm and reasonable, but at the same time a little panicky? But not panicky. Just like a little unsteady, but not really? Does anyone else understand this because I sure as heck don't
“I see a lot of people die because they don’t believe that life is worth living, and I see others who paradoxically killed for the ideas, the illusion that gave them a reason to live. What we call a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die” -The Myth Of Sisyphus by Albert Camus
I heard it from dream smp stuff and really needed to hear it more, so I found it and now I'm obsessed. :) haha... the thing I found it on was the most depressing thing I saw for the characters I love so much, though.
@@foofoocuddlypoops5187 I mean achilles finally going out into the battle field in a fit of bloody rage because his boyfriend died (and patroclus in the start pretending to be achilles so achilles doesn't have to go out) is pretty gay
Why does this sound like a spirit trying to remember it’s life.... like ghost dude walks into a ballroom and just keeps seeing flashes of the night he died. People are dancing, he’s at a table drinking, his friend comes up to him, they’re laughing, the scene blips out. He’s across the room now, pulling his friend to the balcony. They’re on the balcony. He’s grabbing the front of his suit, they lean in, the scene blips out. They’re back in the ballroom now, they’re dancing, they switch partners a few times, the scene blips. A man is yelling now. The lady that the friend was dancing with is trying to calm him. Blip. The man is standing front of his friend yelling back. Blip. The angry man takes out a knife. A woman screams. Blip. The man is trying to back up and dodge without success. Blip. The man is laying on the ground now, his friend cradling his body. Blip. The friend is sobbing, holding the body tightly, staining his suit. The scene flickers and fades out. The ballroom is so unbearably empty. Vibes crawl up the walls were decorations once were. The tiles are cracked, chandelier barely hanging on. He turns around, looking at the room as it currently exists, examining the floor where his body once lay. Something makes a noise by the entrance. He whips his head to it, scared of what else lurks in the dilapidated ballroom. A man with a stained suit walks through the door. “Hello again, old friend”
Everybody who has Achilles, come down in their Top 5 Songs of this years Spotify Wrapped up (so everybody here lmao including myself) has already lost it
Why does everyone keep feeding my addiction of this song?? [Edit] Okay I came back to this vid to listen again only to see that my comment has 10k likes???? What???
I’m the blood sodden grounds With bodies striking the earth And the gods above The sting of swords The crash of words All fall into synchronized violence As your body lay Bare and fine The heel I own torn Crumbling down into scraped knees I lay next to you And with a final breath I look to the gods above All taken part with fowl grins And I think to them Curse you, wicked and vile Achilles heel was Patroclus’ own And they both died apart Though so very close
I don't know if anyone has said that before, but I'm thinking of the two of them. In another era, in another country. One of them is in a museum. He's an architecture student. He is the only visitor in the museum. Like a harp click, a song begins to take root in his mind. So distorted that it made him stop scribbling in his notebook. His heart sank suddenly, and his lips became so dry as if he had traveled through the desert all his life without water. He moves his head frantically in an attempt to get rid of the melody in his head, but he only manages to disturb his brown curls. He squeezes the pencil firmly between his skeletal fingers and looks at the statue facing the sky. For a second it seemed to him that the statue came to life, and with its red lips glued together, as if looking like a wound and with black eyes, the statue seemed to look into his soul. He felt the disgust and coldness of the statue. Suddenly, a rain of light pours down on him like a thousand trumpets coming from the sun. He returns fascinated to the place where the strip of light sneaks through the corners. In front of him rises a person. He was like a soldier. His skin was olive, seeming to be bathed in the summer rays of the sun. He had the impression that his curls were like a sprout of sprouted wheat, though he wasn't quite sure. His thin lips moved at a brisk pace, but the sounds didn't reach his ears. The same song resounded in his head, only this time much louder. Quickly head to the left because of the sudden dizziness. “Come down" Golden flowers pour from the ceiling. The young man turns to face the person who was in front of him a few moments ago. He is alone now. Everything was just an illusory view created by his own mind. ( I'm sorry for any mistake. )
@@nancykira717 Thank you very much. I'll take into account what you said. Actually, I'm already writing some things, but recently I started composing in English as well. :')
I imagine being in a ball gown and spinning in an empty ball room in an abandoned mansion and having this song echoing around the room as I laugh and slowly become the music, the walls, the air
This version just tells a whole different kind of story than the original, this one sounds like time is slowing down and the main character is just walking around trying to figure out what to do while time becomes frozen around them. I love this!
It remains a mystery how addicting this song is. Like, this one stays with you after a long time. Tbh, as a straight dude, I never knew a song like this can exist.
@@clipclop3786 Honestly? I don't know why I typed that. Probably because there are so many people in my place who judged my music taste, called me gay and stuffs because I like this kind of music, so, yeah. Well, it's not that important but don't take it way too seriously.
For the first time my body had a physical reaction to music. The distortion caused a pain that started in my back teeth and spread across my mouth, eyes, cheeks, face, neck, until my entire body was consumed by this dull ache. I descended into physical insanity along with completely losing my grip on reality. Fun.
I wasn’t joking- (I inserted two random characters so yea) I looked out on the view, the water sparkled beneath the sunlight; I sighed, content with the sunlight beating down on my face. I looked deeper into the water, seeing the reflections of coins in the water. Pulling out my bag, I tossed one in, not necessarily wishing for anything. I blinked, but the coin never hit the water, looking up in shock my gaze fell on a boy around my age, holding the coin in his hand. For a minute time seemed to stop, the sunlight only getting brighter and lighting his face. The only way to describe him was beautiful. Time resumed, I waved, he smiled. I might actually put this in a story I’m writing, dang.
you just made me think of a little blurb: You realize you are there, your journey begins, you recall the story of Achilles and his love, and you watch your tears join the water around you. You continue farther and the music fades more, much like the breath in your lungs. you remember your own love and how your faults drove them away. Your over halfway there. you think you hear the voice of your love arguing not to do this, bit they left long ago. Your almost there. the voice is being drowned out by encouragement that you did the right thing. You finally make it. the song tormenting you and the voices stop. Just like your heart and lungs. you have reached the bottom of the lake to lie with your love once again
All I'm imagining is a young girl chasing her father as he ran through a dark forest, his laughter echoing off trees. He runs for what seems like an eternity before he finally breaks through a treeline. The girl follows closely behind only to find herself alone in an empty field. As she looks around she happens to glance down at a rock. Ingraved in the rock is her father's name and sitting next to it is the metal pendant she always wore. Picking up the pendant, she happens to get a look at her reflection but instead of seeing a young girl, her skin is wrinkled and her eyes dull. An old woman stares back at her with tears in her eyes. Slowly settling on the ground next to the stone, she closes her eyes as she has become strangely tired. She wakes to someone calling her name. Opening her tear filled eyes she sees her father smiling down at her. She smiles. She finally found him.
Their ashes mixed together In the depths of the land Scream of their togetherness And the love spun out of the purest gold the same colour as his hair And the earth as deep as the green of his eyes Which even the mighty seas couldn't separate nor could the cold wrath of his goddess mother for the mortal was made of memories of the way his lips felt on his own, their years together in phthia, pelion, in the rose quartz caves, under orion, in the beach, the sea and troy in arms made just for him to fit like pieces of puzzle all just a blurred dream now fading into nothingness. But their love wont for their souls never will. They're not meant to part, ever. Not today, not tomorrow, not the day after not ever. There is no Achilles without patroclus and what is patroclus if not just memories of Achilles
You hear the words enough from people, “Don’t do it.” Even if that thought never crosses your mind as you sit on the roof looking at the stars but now your brain thinks of only the release as you could tumble down and embrace death. Your mind breaks everyday but one day you’ll hit the tipping point of no return, but that’s alright. We are only human who fight battles everyday, I am glad you fight the battle of darken thoughts and win another day. Enjoy the peace of a broken mind, for you sometimes think clearer. Do not give up
i see this as achilles being someone who has very little value in their own life and isn't afraid of a reckless death; however, deep down he's much like us here: a burnt out gifted kid who is sad, completely given up on their hopes. they quite frankly hate themselves, signifying the angered voice in the song. the main voice is someone close to achilles who has been watching them spiral into their inevitable insanity or death. they try to reckon with achilles and tame his self sabotaging thoughts, but achilles shrugs it off as a joke, completely giving up on taking something or someone's help seriously as it has failed multiple times in the past. the part where the two voices sound as if they are arguing kind of signifies the close friend of achilles and achilles arguing before their death. achilles is shouting down towards the person things they have said about themself and things that they have heard others say about them. to add onto the pain, i can definitely see near the ending where it is only the melancholic piano achilles and the close friend look at each other before achilles jumps from the roof, and achilles has a small sad smile. the type of smile when the person knows you have tried your best but your efforts failed you, and you have lost.
this feels like pateoclus's own voice echoing as he stands upon the roof long after being unable to help achilles and trying to find support in what he told achilles but it isnt working as he thought
A few years ago I was suicidal, and I swear to god, this song is exactly how the debate in my head felt... I am far better now, but this song makes me really emotional, it makes me happy, sad and nostalgic all at the same time in the most beautiful way possible...
barefoot, running on cold stone, down endless blank hallways, the world collapsing and crashing in sheets of colour and emotion, and the only constant is the music. hearing the pain, but unable to feel it. hearing the violence, the anger. feeling everything and nothing at once. louder, and louder, and louder, and then - numb. finally. welcome home, dear. let us make a toast; "to us, the despair of the world! the kids who were pushed and pulled until we burnt like stars... after all, don't the stars even choose destruction over life?"
ok but think about it a ghost tied to the place they died, forever haunted by scenes if their past life, seeing different scenes painted before them as they enter each room. In the ballroom there is stolen glances, brushes of fingers, "accidental" bumps, in the kitchen two lovers, pressing against each other, desperate for stolen kisses, unaware of the pair of eyes that watch them, on the balcony, the screams of a heartbroken woman, a heel breaking, the wide eyes as they fall before they are grabbed and pulled back, their savior in turn plummeting to their own death, tears falling from pained eyes of the now lonely lover, the shocked face of the hurting woman as the crowd gathers to stare at the broken body. over and over, day after day, until there is a shift, the door of the broken and cracked manor squeaking open as another ghost walks through, wearing the same grin of the lover, the house fixing itself he walks past to the older spirit, making his way to the balcony, where on that fateful night, both heart and bone were shattered. "hello love."
I feel like im in a big open field, a single dead tree in the middle. I'm hanging upside-down from a branch by my legs, looking around me as if I was standing on the sky and had to hold onto the earth. I reach to grab onto the earth, though my hands just sink through and I rip out grass and dirt as it falls into the sky. my legs start to hurt, and I fall. I float in the air for a moment, watching as I fall into the sky. I blink and im laying in the tall grass, watching the clouds roll above me
Just imagine, Achilles standing on a roof in a daze the words of Patroclus and Apollo blur into one, Apollo's harsh words drive him to the edge but in the end Patroclus wins and gets him off the roof.
Achilles traces his fingers down patroclus's collarbone his chest his hands and to the last bits of his fingers as if imprinting the texture into his minds while patroclus drinks the way his touch feels like on his skin for he's just made of memories
"He told me to jump, I didn't want to..! I swear, he was there!" "Patient has lost it's mind.., there's nothing we can do". Pretty bad for my skills, but, all I could think of-
Patroclus fell from the chariot as the blade came down unforgiving to his body. As his head tumbled to the earth, the gilded helmet falling free from his brown curls, he gazed at the sky, knowing he would never see it again. The clouds cleared for the sun as one last crescendo in his life. Cries around him faded with the vivid blue in his eyes. He never heard Achilles call for him to stay. He was already gone.
This feels like zoning out when you're overwhelmed and depressed somewhere public and you can see the people around you laughing and talking while you just sit feeling nothing and everything all at once...
i imagine a singer, nearly broken from the hardships, singing this on the biggest stage they’ve ever booked. the vibrations are shaking them to their core and finally, finally, they let themselves break. the ends of their voice crack and shatter as they sing. the muttered french is resonating from their band mates.
This was where I was at about a year ago… “burnt out gifted kid”. Now I’m healing and getting better. There is something bittersweet about where I’m at right now that not a lot of people talk about. By all means, I’m happy about where I am, but there’s some part of me that I lost back there.. and it hurts to remember. This song brings it back and I’m left here with an empty feeling… like I just got life sucked out out of me and now I’m sitting in the middle of an empty parking lot in the rain in a city abandoned by humanity. I’m not sure how to feel about it yet.
desperately trying to sing the words I can no longer hear. music is my medicine, my safe place, my escape. the words muddled with the chords all blending together.. I cant lose music, it gives me my sanity.. you did a good job with this, I somehow love and appreciate music more than ever
