The way some of these cuts happen can be so coincidental that I am often bewildered how a feeling and the end result can be such separate things.
I woke up in a pretty good mood today and wanted to listen to the Orwells while I was getting  ready.
The song ‘Lays At Rest’ came on and I couldn’t figure out some of the lyrics.
Over breakfast I decided to look at their website to see if it had a lyrics section.
It didn’t but on their news page there was an announcement that they were playing on this years Weezer cruise.
This caught me off guard because the last time I was in Chicago I was talking about that very random event.
Thoughts of the conversation stayed with me for awhile and eventually passed as I rushed to get out the door.
On the drive to work I caught myself humming ‘My Head Is In The Sun’ by the Rentals (who I always preferred over Weezer).
I decided to put on their second album (which I think is great & I haven’t heard in ages) while I was doing my morning postal chores.
When the aforementioned song came on, for some reason after hearing the lyrics, I thought of the above image.

And that’s how a catchy pop/punk song about a murder/suicide leads to a song about escaping emotions that leads to art about happily making offerings even though they are misunderstood.

Anyway, in my head, that’s how it played out.