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.
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
The young policeman who just can't grow a mustache will open up his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
They never read that tattoo on his arm
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
They never thought he'd do folks any harm
The insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line;
She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out;
Her little tune is such a happy song
Her son is innocent, he can't do wrong,
'Cause dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, dear
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, woo
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, owh
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, woo
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, awh
No thugs in our house
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
The young policeman who just can't grow a mustache will open up his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
They never read that tattoo on his arm
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
They never thought he'd do folks any harm
The insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line;
She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out;
Her little tune is such a happy song
Her son is innocent, he can't do wrong,
'Cause dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, dear
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, woo
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, owh
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, woo
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, awh
No thugs in our house
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