My uncle has Lewy body dementia. He used to see a full-sized leopard following him around. It would sleep at his feet while he sat in his chair, walk beside him, run alongside his car. Then he started taking donepezil and it disappeared.
this one freaks me out the most of any of them. how the trumpet is just so crisp and clear and loud compared with basically everything else and how it echos away. the way it repeats in exactly the same way. it feels like a repressed thought replaying in your mind
I swear I’ve herd this song playing at my grandparents house on a gramophone when I was a little kid. It reminds me of them, it makes me feel nice and warm inside.
Well it’s a sample of the song “It looks like rain in cherry blossom rain,” which was an actual vinyl record. If it sounded distorted or slowed-similar to this, it was probably just age or something like that
This is the point in Dementia when the patient starts putting the pieces together. They don't fully realize what's going on, but they are slowly moving forward.
zooming slowly in on a black and white party photo from the 1930's and realizing with a chill that Jack Torrance is in the front of the group, smiling out at you...
This song makes me sad cuz whenever I hear it I get the image of a very old senile man in a Dementia Nursing home in a rocking chair alone in a room with a window illuminating him He's just in a room alone
"The golden age feels like it's finally here, but an offputting aura grows more from such confusion, did I put this here, or was it my wife?, What toothbrush is mine, probably the blue one, why do I feel numb in thinking?"
This song reminds me of my grandpa. He died last year. He was a short little southern man. 1/3 Greek, 1/3 Catawba Indian, 1/3 redneck, and 110% man. He taught me how to build things, use a saw, hammer nails, helped me learn to fish, and have me hunting tips. At the end of his life he suffered from Alzheimer’s or dementia (we never ran tests for it because it was too obvious and he refused any treatment because he wanted to die naturally on his terms). He could barely remember who he was talking to at times let alone remember what he ate for breakfast. But he could remember what he had for breakfast on any given day back in 1944. He never forgot his stories. And he wouldn’t ever let anyone else forget them. He’d spend all day going on about that one time his platoon got off a boat in the Philippines without their luggage and the boat was bombed and sank with their luggage. Or that one time he almost killed a general when he was driving him around in a Jeep because he didn’t know how to drive. Or that one time he and his buddies snuck into an airplane to steal some wine from some officers personal stash and blamed it on the Japanese when they got caught (it worked). He had a big book filled with pictures, stories, letters, commendations, and newspaper clippings from his division, the cyclones/avengers of Bataan. One picture was of a bunch of dead Japanese soldiers. Another photo was of a motorcycle they stole for a joy ride and fit 7 guys on it. Another about the battle of zig zag pass, and another about meeting General MacArthur. Photos of all of his regiment butt naked and showering together in the middle of a field. Some pictures of friends from the Philippine Army and some friendly pilots and sailors. Pictures of a boxing ring they built a one ship so they could have fights and bet on the fights for entertainment. I wonder if that’s what his last thoughts were about: some of the only things he could remember. He lived a great adventure of a life. Rest In Peace Papa, I love you and will never forget you.
What I hear: An elderly person passively reminiscing on an otherwise uneventful memory--punctuated by a single major detail that sticks out (represented by the trumpet). Perhaps a day in school. Or when they were going to work. Something memorable happened that day--and it could be good or bad, depending on how you interpret the sound of the horn. Regardless, they at least attempt to remember the whole event--even the more mundane parts to give it context. Albeit eventually, they just...don't have it anymore. First the more mundane part of the story disappears--before the rest of it slips away. The elderly person leaves their late afternoon drifting, inexplicably disappointed. "Ah well...it probably wasn't THAT exciting anyway..."
These songs hit harder now that my grandfather has been diagnosed with dementia. I know he's going to die, but I can't accept it. I can't even picture him completely gone. He doesn't even eat or use the bathroom much anymore. He usually thinks I'm his daughter and starts speaking to me in Greek (I don't speak Greek idk what he's telling me.) He can barely walk, he's usually so confused, and he thinks me and my brothers are his kids. Watching him slowly rot away hurts.
@@pennichis It was from a meme video by a youtuber named Luke Correia where what SomethingIGuess said happens with All That Follows is True playing as BGM
i found it astounding that some parts of this song kinda sound like/remind me of it's just a burning memory. It's like coming back to the start but noticing that it's not what it used to be.
Yes, that is what it’s trying to portray it’s just a burning memory deteriorates going through to the two other songs about heart break and this song in between
all that follows is true and true is all follows it makes my mind feel empty makes my mentality go hollow out to seek my friends but my friends never seek and all i can do is sit and weep i look at the clouds and the clouds look at me they seem really joyous and then they flee the rain drips drips the rain goes why does it rain why does it rain everything hidden away
This song is so strange to me. It's one of my favorite songs in EATEOT but after 5 minutes of listening to it, no matter how hard I try, I can't remember anything about it. It's pretty ironic.
it really looks like a piece of the song but the person trying to remember the rest of the song, but cant... so it keeps repeating over and over again... this is so sad :(
This song resonates this weird childhood memory I have of me thinking I was living in another era. It was kind of baffling now that I look back. I would think I was a British woman living in the 1920s or 30s. There was also these unexplainable panic attacks I would have whenever I heard thunder. I swear I recall so vividly that I would feel the ground shake and hide underneath the closet, thinking the house "was going to collapse". I would recognize certain items or styles associated with the era. The hats, specific words, even the music. It was to the point whenever my mother would show me old cartoons, I never held interest to colored ones like Tom and Jerry or Looney Toons; rather black and white ones like Betty Boop and such. I was only 3 to 4 years old when that phase was active. There was also "memories" of being in specific places that in today's world have long been demolished or changed drastically (like trolleys and brick roads). For the most part the remainder of my childhood was normal, yet there was still an alien sense of where I was and irrational sense of sadness, anger and even disorientation whenever I talked about it. Skip literally 16 years; only recently since discovering The Caretaker have I tapped into these strange childhood memories again. Can reincarnation truly be real?
This songs title is the most haunting part of it. Once you get to it in eateot it's saying to you that everything that is to come people have felt and gone through and died to. All that follows it true. It's telling you that this isn't a Creation of the internet but rather something that has been happening to innocent people for years.
1973. Your relaxing on the couch, but your arthritis just can’t get out of your mind. Oh great, it’s jogging time again I suppose? You tell your wife your going out for groceries and begin the jog. Your knees ache but it doesn’t matter. You want this thing over, wait, why not just use a car? Why are you jogging? You walk back and get in your Ford and start driving to the local marketplace.
Why does this music sound so sad but so comforting, like youre in a rocking chair and next to a window with a sunny sky, and remembering the incident of you losing a loved one 5 years ago, and keep having hallucinations of them.
Lyrics: "And me, and you, all that follows will come true, The elephants are smoking in the fridge. And me, and you, all that follows will be true, Green pixies snorting purple in the clouds. And I love you, all that follows will come true, The elves are flying in the bars of soap. And me and you, together will be true, The carpet tastes too lemonade last night. And I love you, all that follows will come true My wax wing spider catches jars of tin. And me and you, you know that I love you, Grapefruit spiders throwing football pies. And me and you, we'll always be so true, The rain of bats in circumspect is feet, beat, neat, treat....?"
One thing I really don't like about music from this era is when the saxophone or the brass parts play with a really slurry, wobbly, thick vibrato such that it has a really "drunkly stumbling around" sort of quality.
All the way back in 1949. You and your partner dance with a short amount of people on the ballroom. Then you have a flashback on your childhood, and then your mind went blank and stopped working. YOU FREAKING OUT AND NOT KNOWING WHERE YOU ARE..... you were in a hospital alone. Turns out it was all a dream.
Fun fact: this song plays in the last stage 5 track, it has very little distortions and the speed Is about the same, only difference is that its backwards. (Also there's something off about this image.)
I love my life Pill ti- Wha- no it couldn’t be, how long was I asleep? Eighteen years but my wife my kids what happened to them? They’re all gone…. No I was there it was so real! My wife, my kids, my life… It’s all gone…
This reminds me of Flowers From 1970. It reminds me of when Dream was singing and I could just imagen this playing in the background right after he finished. I could also hear this after George had his last call with him. Just there crying and sobbing as Wilbur tried to help him. as the camera zoomed out and the screen turn black. To the next day and the mood is still sad but just a tint of happiness.
Lyrics: It smells like rain in cherry blossom lane *my brain stops working* And I know we'll meet again some sunny day It came from blue All that follows is true And I know we'll meet again some sunny day Why the hell is the last line always this: And I know we'll meet again some sunny day
