Blue Friday: No Feeling

I heard No Feeling by American Football (featuring Brendan Yates) on 6 Music the other night. I knew nothing about the Midwest four-piece or the featured guest vocalist, on loan from Turnstile apparently, but the the song stopped me in my tracks. Not literally, fortunately, as I was driving, but metaphorically. It's quite something, I think, to write or sing or create something beautiful, poignant and, perhaps, hopeful from such bleak thoughts and feelings.

Whatever; this might not be one to listen to too often, but it is one to listen to. The band are touring their imminent new album LP4, from whence this comes, in the summer and have a smattering of UK dates if you're interested.

There’s nothing new to say or do
There’s nothing new to crave
Tell the doctors I’m done
The kids, “Adieu”
And Mother, “Désolé”
One last goodbye and one last kiss
One last dance with the Goddess Nyx

No feeling
No pain
No one to blame
Forever awaits
It’s just an eternal blank page

Some bones stand on their own
Some bones are carried
Mine are either, neither, or both -
They just ache to be buried

Help me dig a hole!
I’m already cold!
(I honestly never planned on getting old…)

I know you’re waiting for some sign of life but the pain is too much to endure
Goodnight…

One last goodbye and one last wish
One last slow dance with the Goddess Nyx

No feeling
No pain
No one’s to blame
Forever awaits
It’s just an eternal blank page