ACCORDIONIST/PIANIST/TROMBONIST, MINOS THE SAINT
THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS: POP ANTHEMS FOR THE INTJ MYERS-BRIGGS PERSONALITY TYPE
“No One Knows My Plan”
INTJs live in a world of strategic planning, but often keep their schemes to themselves. There is an internal excitement about ideas within the mind of INTJ’s which they are often reluctant to reveal to others. They know that if they did reveal their inner world it would seem like madness and their plans may be foiled or misunderstood.
“Birdhouse in Your Soul”
To an INTJ, expressions of love and sentimentality are just as interesting coming from an inanimate object such as a blue canary electric night light as they would coming from people. These concepts can be more intriguing coming from an unexpected source. The same can be said about familial bonds. “There’s a picture opposite me of my primitive ancestry which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches ship wreck free.” More than a dozen key changes help make this a particularly intriguing ode to a night light.
INTJs usually have great confidence in their ideas but can often have trouble expressing their internalized concepts to others: “…even though I can’t explain it I already know how great it is.” Paradoxes and experimental ideas are also appealing: “the color of infinity inside an empty glass.” All ideas are possibilities. For the INTJ the interest is in figuring out how ideas are related. “You’re all going to be in this experimental film…”
“We Want A Rock”
An upbeat and folksy, yet melancholy, meditation on the tendency of humans to not think for themselves, but to instead mindlessly conform to popular trends or world views. Various factions’ battle over the superiority of their preferred trend, which, to INTJ’s, will usually seem as pointless as people wearing “prosthetic foreheads on their real heads” or everyone wanting “a rock to wind a string around.”
Every INTJ loves facts, especially facts that help clarify how a system of classification fits together. This song is full of information useful for defining the class of organisms to which we humans belong and for the contemplation of the significance of our position within the animal kingdom. An ode to our relatives, if you will.