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.
Spiked heels and porkpie hat
Have you on the mend
In no time flat
A shimmy and a shake,
A pitter and pat
Hey there sugar
Take a look at that!
Don't you despair 'cause your
Fantasy life is nowhere
Under my care you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
Loosen up and roll to the
Rumble of the drum
Make believe it's midnight
In Manhattan
10 minutes 'til the savages come
Come here and don't look back
Meet me at the end
Of the cul-de-sac
Come on! Stand up at attention
And I'll do the same
Hey there tiger,
Now don't you be ashamed
Life has a way of destroying our
Sense of child's play
But under my wing you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
Let your backbone roll to the
Rumble of the drum
Make believe it's midnite
In Manhattan
10 minutes till the savages come
Sigmund Freud himself
Wouldn't have needed to worry
If his hands were tied by me
There's no neurosis that this
Doctor can't diagnose
I'll find the monster and
Deliver a lethal dose
Life has a way of destroying
Our sense of child's play
But under my wing you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
Let your backbone roll to the
Rumble of the drum
Make believe it's midnite
In Manhattan
10 minutes till the savages come
Spiked heels and porkpie hat
Have you on the mend
In no time flat
A shimmy and a shake,
A pitter and pat
Hey there sugar
Take a look at that!
Have you on the mend
In no time flat
A shimmy and a shake,
A pitter and pat
Hey there sugar
Take a look at that!
Don't you despair 'cause your
Fantasy life is nowhere
Under my care you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
Loosen up and roll to the
Rumble of the drum
Make believe it's midnight
In Manhattan
10 minutes 'til the savages come
Come here and don't look back
Meet me at the end
Of the cul-de-sac
Come on! Stand up at attention
And I'll do the same
Hey there tiger,
Now don't you be ashamed
Life has a way of destroying our
Sense of child's play
But under my wing you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
Let your backbone roll to the
Rumble of the drum
Make believe it's midnite
In Manhattan
10 minutes till the savages come
Sigmund Freud himself
Wouldn't have needed to worry
If his hands were tied by me
There's no neurosis that this
Doctor can't diagnose
I'll find the monster and
Deliver a lethal dose
Life has a way of destroying
Our sense of child's play
But under my wing you'll be
Back in the pink
Drunk without a drink
Tunnel down in soft silk and satin
Let your backbone roll to the
Rumble of the drum
Make believe it's midnite
In Manhattan
10 minutes till the savages come
Spiked heels and porkpie hat
Have you on the mend
In no time flat
A shimmy and a shake,
A pitter and pat
Hey there sugar
Take a look at that!
Lyrics submitted by sillybunny
10 Minutes Till the Savages Come Lyrics as written by Janice Siegel Jeffrey H Lorber
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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