Color by My Red + Blue

Track: ColorThe Start EP
Artist: My Red + Blue
Album: The Start EP
Genre: indie, pop, rock
Music Rating: 9/10
Lyrics Rating: 8/10
Overall:
9/10
Sounds Like: A Great Big World, Matt Kearny, Parachute
Interesting Fact: Ben Eggebrecht is a huge Green Bay Packers fan.
Best thing About this Track: The visual concept in the lyrics as an expression of our emotional and social existence.
One thing I wish was different: I was really impressed with the technical writing until I got to the second verse. It’s not bad. On its own, it’s quite good. It’s just a deviation from the first verse structurally, and I feel like it would be much stronger as a whole if they could agree with each other. The first or second verse by themselves could be purposeful, but together it feels like an attempt at cohesion which falls just short of perfection.
Website: My Red + Blue

The music is amazing, wonderful, and I love it. Can we move on? I don’t mean to be short with the instrumentation. As you can see by my rating, I’m a  huge fan of it. ’Tis truly great . . . as a foundation for the message of the song. Which is what I’d rather talk about.

Lyrics!

Quite fittingly, the structure of the lyrics are not overwhelmingly impressive when comparatively analyzed in black and white. Once I remove that filter from my mind, I begin to see in color, and I’m left with mind-boggling ingenuity. That’s not to say that the lyrics are not technically well-written, because they most certainly are. It’s merely that the skeletal framework of the words holds no clue to the beauty of the full body of work (the content). To judge this song simply on its symmetry, meter, schematism, and consistency would be like judging a beauty contest using only x-rays, and though I am a huge fan of all of those things (excluding beauty contests), I find myself liking the song even more upon this realization in spite of myself. It enhances the impact of the essence of the song and allows the critical listener to experience firsthand yet another facet of what is being said with this track.

As an introvert, a technically colorblind person, and general all-around weirdo, I’ve spent a considerable amount of my childhood pondering, meditating upon, and even writing about many of the concepts and metaphors in this song (though I will say, with ne’er so much as a candle to hold to the success of the effect of this song). It would therefore be easy for me to ramble for pages upon the musings that these words stirred and awakened in me, but never fear: I shall restrain myself.

When people used to ask me about meanings of songs I wrote, I would often say something to the effect of, “If my work cannot speak for itself, then I have failed and have no right to comment on art.” Wow, I was kind of annoying. #Hindsight. In any case, the lyrics of this song can most certainly speak for themselves, and with much higher elocution than I could ever muster. So if you want to just take this opportunity to skip down the page, read the lyrics, and be done with it, I would not blame you one whit. Nevertheless, I do find that there is both enlightenment and enjoyment to be gained from the connection of intelligences and alternate perspectives, and as I am not the author, I shall allow myself some commentary.

Here’s what I think: math doesn’t work on humans. Hear me out; i’m not bashing accountants or number people. (Although, why be a number person when you can be a music person? Just saying.) When speaking of an individual person, a group of people, or humanity as a whole, the actuality of that identity is not equal to the sum of its parts. It just doesn’t work that way. A + B may = C, but type-A-person + type-B-person DOES NOT = type C. Humans are infuriatingly stubborn and confounding and inexplicably more than the things that they are made up of, both from a scientific and an emotional standpoint. I’ve always hated the “chemistry” analogy for expressing relationships and human connection, but I have to admit that it has a heck of a lot more sense behind it than you + me (no disrespect to the band 😉).

Ew, I just took a beautiful artistic metaphor and barfed math and science all over it. What have I done? Let’s take it back to the light spectrum. White is the presence of every color on the spectrum, while black is the absence thereof. If you look at things in grayscale, you will have an idea of where lights and shadows are to varying degrees and can judge how much of something is there, but you will never know what it is. What is there? You cannot see a human by analyzing the depth of assorted variables and then adding them together. That is fallacy. That is paving the way for prejudice, stereotyping, bigotry, racism, hate, and a whole lot of equally nasty words. You know what they say: the road to hell is paved in black and white. Okay, fine. They don’t say that. But maybe they should.

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Lyrics:
Whoah, whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah

We look like a disaster
Pieces don’t fit together
But I see beauty in the making
Cause you never know if you never try
So I’m not saying goodbye
Cause you never know if you never try

They see our black and white
I see our color
They see us drowning
Baby, we’re not going under
You’re worth all the wind, rain, and thunder
They see our black and white
I see our color
They see our black and white
I see our color

Whoah, whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah

Voices telling us to turn around
Before we get too far
But we both knew that it’d be hard
Cause you never win if you never fight
Let’s lay it all on the line
Cause you never win if you never fight

They see our black and white
I see our color
They see us drowning
Baby, we’re not going under
You’re worth all the wind, rain, and thunder
They see our black and white
I see our color
They see our black and white
I see our color

We might bend and we might break
We might find ourselves in dark days

They see our black and white
I see our color
They see us drowning
Baby, but to me
You’re worth all the wind, rain, and thunder

They see our black and white
I see our color
They see us drowning
Baby, we’re not going under
You’re worth all the wind, rain, and thunder
They see our black and white
I see our color
They see our black and white
I see our color

Whoah, whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah, whoah
Whoah, whoah

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One thought on “Color by My Red + Blue

  • April 8, 2016 at 6:47 am
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    “the road to hell is paved in black and white. Okay, fine. They don’t say that. But maybe they should.’ ` Anie

    Yes, they should! And now, I do!

    Thank you for introducing me to this song! (And my new, favorite idiom!)

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