I'm packing- furiously, on a deadline and with a rage. Sigur Ros is usually too melancholy (read: depressing) to keep me motivated (I usually end up taking a nap somewhere I regret later for the kink in my neck or staring aimlessly out a window/at a wall enraptured by beauty or life or icelandic) but Gobbeldigook has been on repeat. I make up new words in English with each round.
The full music video is fascinating. It's got all sorts of nudity (that non-sexy European type that's almost uncomfortably unrestrained and awkward. Plus it's out in the woods. Ouch.) so be warned. Drumming on forest logs matches the pure chaos/euphoria (depending on your attitude) of the song. A friend who came to help me pack said the song gave her anxiety. It does just the opposit for me.
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