Flowertruck’s Dying To Hear is a gentle weeping declaration to a possible love lost. It’s a salutation of thoughts and feelings hair-balled in a head that might have been thinking, only to itself. Others don’t know, the girl doesn’t know, the boy doesn’t know – it’s a silent plea for forgiveness.
The forgiveness isn’t for any sin. It’s a plea for forgiveness for the love that is not reciprocated. After all, reciprocation is an option, a willing and independent participant in the relationship.
Alas, there’s no reply, even after all the muted commotion within this lost soul – broken, breaking, crying, pretend-smiling, strong, but very very weak.
“Where are you?”, “I need you”, “Do you need me?”, “Where are you?” – “Why can’t you hear me?”
The track is laid, and the train can’t be budged. His/her life is stuck in a vacuum car, empty and with no way out. The train moves, with no squeaks, no tilts. This life – a love’s life – is set in stone.
Jump? Can’t… there are no doors nor windows.
Sit. Make the best of it.
Yep, it’s a fab song.