Throw down the windows, inject your veins and the throttle with the power of Redbulls and leave this goddamn town. I’m a big fan of shouting godspeed to myself as I rush out of a town with darkness inundating interstates. Everyone I know is just turning down their sheets, and by morning I won’t turn up in their lives. It’s like a total reset, in which no one really misses you. The night is silence, but it’s not the abscence of things–it’s everything all at once. Night is life without any light to shun, to shine away all the feelings you don’t want. It’s the time that rebels race into their feelings, and at least in America that makes it an iconic time to elude anyone that could pull you back in, an optimal time to pop in music that let’s you scream at the top of your lungs.
Drive all night.
Leave this whole
Fucked up world behind.
This Kasbo remix is quintessential, cut to the quick, freedom in a pop song. It rushes the track with synths that play like a sea of emotions, and the way scraps of the lyrics shoot to the surface only to scrape at enough to clear a hole and then run.the.fuck.away is pretty ingenious. It recognizes that the night is being conscious of it all, and it floods your consciousness with every little thing you try to hide. It has the courage to believe that the night is just a passing phenom on your life, a passage of life to the days you push yourself to exotic places–the Pnomh Penhs of your existence that will refill your lifeblood.