Ethereal. There is only one word to describe this masterpiece of a score. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to something that makes me look back at everything like a flash camera — the constant noise going off in the back makes me feel like I'm looking at my life in photos. The arpeggio notes are mantric, it sounds so incidental that makes you listen to this for the thousandth time for the feeling of an infinite and warm melody as the feeling of falling, thinking about the future, and the memories.
The echoing synths, a melody that creates a sense of memory drift and nostalgia. This is the echo of dreams, obsession, love, and yearning deep inside. Yves then adds an authentic element theme which is love. A woman's voice and pouring rain trickle in. The very being of obsession and also nostalgia hit at full circle like we are with our other halves.
Mid-way through the song, we hear a woman's voice begging in the name of limerence, the state of being so infatuated that the need for being obsessive needs to be reciprocated. For me limerence is silence. I feel that silence in "Limerence." When I'm in another world, planet. Sometimes we feel so strongly that we feel too little; we have to lose that moment in the future. And we don't want to talk. Silence means so much, much more than any word.
Truthfully, I was not into this the first few times I heard it. But something about it compels you to believe there's a deep mystery here, like you are listening to some future archeological discovery, a random snapshot of a nameless couple, a modern Pompeii, a volcano that spewed amber instead of lava, and their seismic voices decoded, reordered, and I am trying to deduce their order. Does nostalgia come before or after her declaration of limerence? Is it a fleeting moment of tenderness amid the fight? How many seconds since the last clap of thunder. The internet holds these kinds of traditions, but our authentic selves regret syntax and style. After a couple of listens, I was hooked. This song truly belongs on the walls of the Louvre, seated next to the most magnificent pieces of art in history.
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