I believe this to be one of the central questions of the Great Gatsby that isn’t debated enough; Who killed Gatsby? We are lead to believe that it was George, Myrtle’s devastated husband. Tom told him that it was Gatsby who was driving the car, and he leapt to the conclusion that Gatsby killed her. However, previous to this, Meyer Wolfsheim convinced Gatsby to fire his entire household staff and replace them with Wolfsheim’s people. Was this so that Wolfsheim could keep a watchful eye over Wolfsheim? So that he could has his ‘inside’ men literally inside Gatsby’s home? If you heard gunshots coming from the back yard of the house, surely you would investigate this; surely your response wouldn’t be to not think “anything much about them”. Perhaps Wolfsheim orchestrated Gatsby’s death, and in a fortuitous turn of events, George’s rage made it that the obvious conclusion was that George killed Gatsby and then turned his gun upon himself. And if it was indeed George Wilson who killed Gatsby, who gave him the gun; a gun so sophisticated that it was able to kill Gatsby without puncturing the mattress he floated on. Surely George couldn’t afford a gun of this kind.. But Tom Buchanan could?

Myrtle will never admit to loving a working class man; she believes herself to be upper-class. Soon she will die a horrible death, and no one will care, no one except for the husband she is now berating. Note also Myrtle’s name; Myrtle is a plant that is almost weed like, and grows upwards. Likewise, Myrtle is at the bottom of the social ladder, and like the Myrtle plant, Myrtle is trying to rise upwards and climb the social ladder. Myrtle wants to lead a life like Daisy’s; but she is not a Daisy, a lovely spring/summer flower. She is Myrtle, a weed like plant. Further to this, note Daisy’s name; a daisy has white petals, and a yellow-golden centre. Likewise, Gatsby has this image of Daisy as being a pure, innocent, angel like being. However, that is not what Daisy is about; Daisy is better characterised by the yellow-golden centre of the daisy flower, for at her core, she is materialistic and all about the wealth.

In the hook, it’s sung that ‘I’ve been, for sometime, looking for someone’. In the quest for this ‘someone’, the protagonist has encountered many differing people, but they are now all merging into one; perhaps because under the surface, they all conform to a stereotype the protagonist has become bored of.

Where is ‘touch’ leading to? Because as good as your touch is, ‘I need something more’. Perhaps the protagonist wants to be assured what his partner sees inside their mind, do they see a future where they are together?

And maybe, just like the above annotation implied…the energy is starting to shift. Not only within this song, but for the whole album. Consider that the next track on the album is Get Lucky and it really makes you smile and appreciate that these guys not only know what their doing from a production standpoint, but also from an emotional one. They’re showing human (and inhuman) in processing emotions from the depths of the brain to the carnal desires of the libido.

‘Touch’, physical intimacy can lead to the formation of a relationship that transcends the mere physical. And once this relationship has been established, who knows where it will lead?

West Philly is where the Fresh Prince was born and raised, and to this day it retains is reputation as a crime hotspot.

Sean will steal you’re shit at night, literally like a ‘thief in the night’, and when you awaken from you’re slumber (you shouldn’t have been sleeping anyway fool! Sleep is the cousin of death!) you’re day is bound to be massively fucked up when you realise you’re shit is gone!

Shoutout to Nas, “I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.”

Tom is part of the old money aristocracy. He can get whatever he wants, whenever he wants; this applies to women also. Myrtle, like his money, is disposable — there’s plenty of it to go around. Myrtle is just a mistress, she is nothing to him, she is not even worthy to utter his wife’s name. He buys Myrtle a city apartment and a few nice things here and there, but it’s nothing to him. As RZA says in the hook of Kanye’s So Appalled, “Cars for the missus, and furs for the mistress / you know that shit is fucking ridiculous.”

Why do we build walls between us? What are we trying to hide, why do we try to keep each other out.