Mr Skinner reminds me of the kind of person that steals stuff at festivals. But that's neither here nor there...
Me reckons Karl's lyrics are gobbledygook. But then again isn't a large part of what we encounter everyday, the same? Incomprehensible, Throw-away?
As someone once said: Life is made up of the moments its made up of.
We should rejoice in these seemingly ordinary moments. When our attention is drawn to them they becomesignificant. The artist (usually involuntarily
uses them to give his audience a momentary glimpse of beauty and hope amidst chaos and emptiness.
Pretentious? Nah... Art School mate.