Seventy-four. Seventy-five.
He's getting used to it now,
how each one falls away in that hoary light.
and they are gone, gone from the age,
gone from the guards and their hands.
It's no different today than in years gone by.

And he won't come out alive,
with his hands so thin and white…

Gone. Gone from the page,
and then he is gone from your eyes,
as that splintering wave takes so many lives.
And now your hands are gripping the edge
of such a waste, where every angel looks dead,
every face a lie.

And you won't come out tonight,
with your hands so thin and white, alive…

Seventy-four, seventy-five,
Daddy, come back to me now–
I would beat them away
I would lift you out
I would wash all the cinders from your eyes
And with silver and gold
I would adorn you
I'll let it all come out tonight,
when they pull me out alive.
Alive


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    General Commentthis is such an amazing song, i wish i knew exactly what it's about..i'm thinking it might be about the salem witch trials?
    "Seventy-four. Seventy-five. He's getting used to it now, how each one falls away in that hoary light.", could be an observer of the burnt witches counting all of the deaths they've seen.
    "such a waste, where every angel looks dead, every face a lie.", could be the narrator's lack in faith, since everyone is lying and accusing everyone else.
    i might totally, completely, absolutely be wrong. it's just a guess!
    ohkkkayon August 28, 2007   Link
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    General CommentIt looks like that I have a version that slightly differ in lyrics. Anyway, here they are:

    Seventy-four, seventy-five
    he's getting used to it now
    how each one falls away in that hoary light

    And they have gone, gone from the edge
    gone from the guards and their hands
    Was no different today than in years gone by

    But he won't come out to light
    with his hands so thin and white

    Gone from the edge, then he is gone from your eyes
    as that splintering wave takes so many lives
    Even the hands are gripping the edge of such a waste
    Every angel looks dead, every face a lie

    But you won't come out tonight
    with your hands so thin and white, alive

    Seventy-four, seventy-five
    Daddy, come back to me now
    I would beat them away
    I would pull you out

    I have washed every cinder from your eyes
    and with silver and gold I would adorn you
    I'll let it all come out tonight
    when they pull me out alive, alive
    Contaminatoron April 27, 2012   Link
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    General CommentI think the song is about a tsunami, and a father searching for his son in the wreckage. Each body he finds is not his son ("every angel looks dead, every face a lie"). The last verse is told from the father's point of view. Dark, heartbreaking, and mournful, like so much of Shearwater's music.
    almostpeaceful74on May 28, 2012   Link
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    Memorymy father committed suicide when i was very young. i like to think of him when i listen to this song. i actually listened to it around six or seven years ago massively, but today, it randomly started haunting me. and i didn't even remember the lyrics. it's a great song, what ever it means.
    brokenbiscuiton December 20, 2014   Link

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