In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Count of three,
everybody overdose
they’re coming with
forks and knives to eat us alive,
forks and knives.
Victims in
cannibalistic
human race
proprietors
dog eat dog
colonization,
dog eat dog.
We sluts, we have, fattened and ripened in these LA castles.
We rust in the milk that we’ve been fed
(stick ourselves with syringes and
scrape our lungs with dollar bills)
We sluts, we have, fattened and ripened in these LA castles.
We rust in the milk that we’ve been fed.
Nothing (this thing) anything (keep it on)
that fatted us calves would now feed on.
Nothing (this thing) anything (keep it on)
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
The soft parts of our lower backs.
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
The soft parts of our lower backs.
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
We were meant to each other.
We were meant to each other.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
We were meant to eat each other.
We were meant.
Have at me, have at me, have at me with your most primitive touch.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
We were meant to each other.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
Have at me, have at me, have at me with your most primitive touch.
Secretaries now make great lovers.
As do those, as do those, as do those we had never considered.
The sound of cracking bones shall be the music that plays us out.
The sound of cracking bones shall be the music that plays us out.
stick ourselves with syringes,
and scrape our lungs with dollar bills.
forge a roof that will hold us in and keep them out.
We sluts, we have fattened and ripened in these LA castles. We rust in the milk that we’ve been fed
everybody overdose
they’re coming with
forks and knives to eat us alive,
forks and knives.
Victims in
cannibalistic
human race
proprietors
dog eat dog
colonization,
dog eat dog.
We sluts, we have, fattened and ripened in these LA castles.
We rust in the milk that we’ve been fed
(stick ourselves with syringes and
scrape our lungs with dollar bills)
We sluts, we have, fattened and ripened in these LA castles.
We rust in the milk that we’ve been fed.
Nothing (this thing) anything (keep it on)
that fatted us calves would now feed on.
Nothing (this thing) anything (keep it on)
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
The soft parts of our lower backs.
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
The soft parts of our lower backs.
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
That fatted us calves would now feed on.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
We were meant to each other.
We were meant to each other.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
We were meant to eat each other.
We were meant.
Have at me, have at me, have at me with your most primitive touch.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
We were meant to each other.
You can’t buy love. You can’t sell feelings.
Have at me, have at me, have at me with your most primitive touch.
Secretaries now make great lovers.
As do those, as do those, as do those we had never considered.
The sound of cracking bones shall be the music that plays us out.
The sound of cracking bones shall be the music that plays us out.
stick ourselves with syringes,
and scrape our lungs with dollar bills.
forge a roof that will hold us in and keep them out.
We sluts, we have fattened and ripened in these LA castles. We rust in the milk that we’ve been fed
Lyrics submitted by thegreatcreator
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I think it sounds like we were meant to eat eachother... lol