1001 Albums Summary

Sounds like a serene, faraway land. Tinkering. Trumpets. Grand entrance. Jazz? Upbeat. Life is what you make it. Fun. Groovy. New York. Piano. Mr. Big. Cheeky. Very playful and charismatic. Instrumental. Montage. Trumpets! Chores, definitely. *Clapping*. Again, very enchanting. Warm voice. Storytelling supremacy. Blues. Little Big Planet soundtrack. Lively, again. Husky voice. Guns 'N' Roses inspiration. Travellers. ELECTRIC GUITAR! I can see how this album, especially the song More and More, has influenced 80s rock acts. We're going country. I love the switch-ups. Drawing influence from Walk the Line. And When I Die is probably my favourite. Added to my playlist. Reminding me of 500 Miles. Death thematised. Jazz bar. Reference to the Bible, religion thematised. Mama may have sounds like Mama Mayhem. Crescendo? OH. Instrumental break. Movielike. Is that the sax? Festin. Whiskey and BBQ sauce. Country. I appreciate the trumpets (?) framing the song. What goes up must come down - lesson for life. Spinning wheel analogy. Pony, highway, riverside. Allusions to the American dream? What does the latter mean for this album? Bridge Bar recommendation? Contrast between flutes and trumpets. Whistle vs. brass instrument. Cruise. Futuristic. Asserting. City! Love thematised. Adoring, idolising. Wedding song? Major New York vibes. What is that sound? Ugh. Proclaiming introduction. Baseball, yep. Gratitude. Longest song up next. Organ? Showing off. Halloween. Unsettling. Contrast to the warmth of the previous tracks. Theme park. Oh, hello. The instruments have really shined all throughout this album. Drums into jazz. YES. Wine and dinner. Washing the dishes. Music playing. Diversity and a playfulness. For the sake of music. Crime, detective. Tom & Jerry. Fright. You are every girl I've ever known. Torture. Desperate.

Gothic. Moody. Gilmore Girls. Charmed. Addressing. When the socket's not a shock enough - wow. Running repeated. The path - reminds me of Lorde's The Path. Melancholic. Again, we are addressing another person - You walk down Alameda. Shuffling your deck of trick cards - witty. Solitude. A constant state of suspense. Is Smith talking about himself in the second person? - For one or two minutes she liked you. Nirvana influence? Inspiration for 2000s rock bands? If you're alone it must be / you that wants to be apart - INTERESTING. Said you can do what you / want to whenever you want to - Rebellion. The parade - foreshadowing the Rose Parade? The use of the second person is prevalent. Two parties. Escapism. People you've been before / that you don't want around anymore - Identity. Drink up baby - Alcoholism, Addiction? between the bars? Is there something coming in between them? Sibilance - sinister? the coin-op TV, frozen in fear. Nothing wrong - Big nothing. Everybody's dying / just to get the disease. Guitar break - words cannot do the pain justice? So sick and tired of all / these pictures of me - Identity crisis? Got bitten fingernails / and a head full of the past - excellent. Brooding. Drifting. A sweet, sweet smile - reminds of the candy in another song. 'cause everybody's gone at last - because of the disease? Several instances of negation. Got a broken heart and / your name on my cast. Raw, vulnerable, small, hopeless. Giving Weezer. Duracell bunny simile. Cavalcade? Throwing out candy metaphor again. What is the Rose parade? Loads of repetition. References to drinking and smoking. When they clean the street / I'll be the only shit that's left behind - negative self-image. They vs. I. I think I'm gonna make / the same mistake twice. We had a song about Alameda. Now, Smith is addressing Angeles: the city or a person? Gamble, trade, cards. And sign up with evil, Angeles? And be forever with my poison arms - disease, infectious. Has he found someone on his wavelength? Or is it the city? I'm absent and numb from shock / reference to shock. Sugar lie / Lick me up, it's my lie - as the music picks up. There are several references to candy. Candy is alluring, yet it is not good for one's health, addictive. Sugar, lick me up, it's my lie. I'm going out sleepwalking / Where mute memories start talking - subconscious. A naive, unsatisfiable baby - no saving, victimisation. With hidden cracks - reminiscent of the boardwalk earlier. But I'm gonna split us back in two - inability to connect. Memory. Looking for somebody's arms to / Wave away past harms - to heal his poison arms? Fade to black - hopelessness? Storytelling. Breakup. Ballad? A happy day and then you pay - Karma.