Slowly Slowly – Parallel

Jam sebelas siang, masih setengah-sadar-setengah-mabuk, toko kosong, dan ia malah ngumpet di gudang belakang. Rumahnya dihuni empat belas orang, tikus berkeliaran di dapur, dan tak satu pun penghuni mau cuci piring. Begitulah Parallel menyeret kita masuk.

Ben Stewart, vokalis sekaligus penulis tunggal album keenam Slowly Slowly, menyebut ini lagu paling iseng di albumnya. Padahal topiknya berat, yaitu disosiasi dan ingatan yang bolong-bolong. Ada masa-masa yang tak sempat masuk ke lemari arsip kepalanya karena pikirannya sedang pergi entah ke mana. “It’s 2012, oh well”, katanya enteng, seperti mengangkat bahu pada tahun yang hilang.

Bunyinya tabrakan antara rock awal 2000-an, energi pop punk, dan groove dengan melodi yang gampang sekali nyangkut. Ia sudah dicoba di panggung jauh sebelum direkam, dan penonton langsung kepincut.

Catatan untuk Parallel cuma satu. Candaannya kadang terlalu rapat sampai kita lupa betapa beratnya topik itu. Saya tetap ikut tertawa.

Satu pertanyaan masih menggantung, siapa yang akhirnya cuci piring di rumah itu?

Lirik Lagu Slowly Slowly – Parallel

I think I’m still drunk, it’s 11am
Nobody’s in the shop, I’m out back again
She keeps texting
"Look, I’m not your friend"
But when I feel like this, I get codependent

I stole my girlfriend’s car, 'cause she is overseas
I am the eldest sibling, pathetic place to hide those keys
Mice in the kitchen, c'mon Benny quit the bitchin'
There is 14 people living in this house
And we all hate doing the dishes

She’s got a fur coat and tight black jeans
Burning holes into my phone screen
It’s 2012, oh well
My timeline’s in parallel

Filing cabinets, overflowing shelves
I can’t lie to you, you know my tells
I’ve been combing through this lonely realm
It’s time to take it parallel

I keep leaving my body
Face to face with myself
There’s gaps across my timeline when I needed help
I keep thinking I’m finally crazy
How do you even tell?
Catatonic life in parallel
Oh well

Herd keeps thinning out
It doesn’t matter 'cause the best ones stick around
Getting blind on a Monday, tits out
Yeah, your foot was on the line, I said it didn’t count

Nothing good ever happens before midnight
But if it does it’s with you, I think we fit right?
(We fit right?)

The mirror’s liquid, I don’t feel myself
I’m skipping somewhere parallel

Got kicked out, now we’re out the front
You’re about to get bashed, by an angry

Sifting through the golden stuff
I noticed what was up
I’m not present, I’m not there
That’s on me, fair and square
Disappearing in-between the air

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Karakter vokal berpasir dan ketukan drum yang memacu adrenalin senada hadir di ulasan Julia Juno – Forever serta nomor cadas di arsip Bam Rigby – Complicated.