Today’s Song of the Day, “Oh happy, happy, happy,” is brought to you by that particular existential madness that comes from casting off a religion that stamps into your deepest subconscious the idea that God is separate from you and of whom you will never be worthy (aka Catholicism). Like Bleeding Heart Pigeons‘ lead singer Michael Keating, I have traveled that gruesome (but ultimately glorious) road.
So when I hear a lyric like:
“Oh the hunger in my arm
When I kill the hunger in my arm
my leg leaps up in alarm
I need constant feeding
The hunger never leaves
I once read a story of a man in the east
who starved himself and he found peace
But not me
Oh but not us here.”
I understand what hunger he is talking about – the hunger to fill the void of the divine now blasted open. A hunger to explain the unknowable. A hunger for worthiness but not knowing of what or whom we should strive to be worthy. And when this song loops back to its “Oh happy happy happy” chorus, I also understand the innate irony and suffering in the statement.
I like this song because it makes pain beautiful. It is noisy, distorted, and chaotic in its parts, but if you sit back it is, as a whole, a beautiful song, leaping between new wave, math rock, and artful-pop, the drums snapping and splashing. The vocals are at once crooning and gritty. I could cry, stomp, or stare at the floor – all reasonable responses to the song.
The trio is based out of Limerick, Ireland. Their new album Is will be released Friday February 12th, which also happens to be my birthday. “Oh happy happy happy … Happy birthday …”
Bleeding Heart Pigeons – “Oh happy, happy, happy”
Written by Annie Bacon – @anniebacon