| Gregory Alan Isakov – Crooked Muse Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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@[spitty12:12569] Further correction: Your mouth becomes a dictionary *words without a home get leary* *lonely on their own on the page* |
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| Gregory Alan Isakov – Crooked Muse Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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@[spitty12:12568] I'll agree with you on your relationship theory. Seems as though he's written this song from the recollection of a haunting lover, and performs it in such a fashion that it's almost an offering towards absolution, somehow trying to recover "things we're all destined to lose*". With the exasperated inflection on "throwing this suitcase to the wind at last" it's safe to say he's really looking to be free of the bittersweet memories and feelings that that lover branded into him. I'd like to assume he's the "music man singing mystery songs". Corrections. "Poems go flying in the drafts?" "All we ever had left was a pile of flame/fame?" - Obv coals can be mounded up to ignite and "old flame" - "It's time like these we remember to bleed/believe?" "Lay me down in your field" could be a request to go back to a previous time when that lost lover had something soothing for him; When it was still pure, but when dealing with a "crooked muse", it's possible to fall victim to a plot unbeknownst to those with honest intentions versus those that use love as a stepping stone or leverage point to attain they're own selfish desires. Given Isakov is fairly well known, it could be inferred that he got played, as it were. |
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