"Swanmeat" as written by and Adam/logan Drucker....
One day we all wake to find
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
And a movie ticket stub
From the local morgue
Kept safe there in the other

And when you stop to read
You have to leave a rock
Convincing
Living human remains
That you yourself
Are convinced of living human beings

or do your arms just jut from the wide side
Of an interior wall
(fast)fast can
Top of the beat
Loose hands never damned them
Not even in dreams (are you)are you
No longer the propmaster

cleaning up fake blood between shots
Coming home feeling dirty
From a long night of nearly being yourself
And you see
These have been things sung(sung) that will never be (songs)songs?


Classic heart held out in seperable palms
Holding your?>

?breath against a still fleshed chest full of ?should bes?
You see how ever so slightly permanent
These are then things sung that?ll never be songs
Never more wet concrete
Though song street
This is not more wet concrete the soul
Song street now not swan concrete
Now swan song
1
2
3
Now not more raw wheat

((are you not disco?))

Never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
Not song not more swanmeat
Never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
Not swan not more song meat

song swan?

a frozen is solved
By our wheat


Who is the propmaster?
Who is the propmaster?

who is the propmaster?
Who is the propmaster?

who is the propmaster?
Who is the propmaster?

who is the propmaster?
Who is the propmaster?

One day we all wake to find
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
And a movie ticket stub
From the local morgue
Kept safe there in the other

And when you stop to read (this?ll never be)
You have to leave a rock (this?ll never be)
Convincing (this?ll never be)
Living human remains (this?ll never be)
That you yourself (this?ll never be)
Are convinced of living human beings (this?ll never be)


Never more wet concrete the soul
Song street now not swan concrete never meat
Not swan song meat never not poor song meat
Not swan
Not more raw wheat
Not

(not concrete, not swan meat, more raw wheat??.into indistinction?)


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"Swanmeat" as written by Jeffrey Logan Adam Drucker

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    General CommentSorry to say I have no clue what this means, but I'll do what everyone else does and comment on how cool the song actually is.

    This was the first song I ever heard by these guys, when they opened for Tv on the Radio. Needless to say, they blew my mind and have been a household name around my and my friends...homes.
    scarecrow826on September 12, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis song seems to be about 'you'- a person living in a metaphorical fishbowl. The owner of the fishbowl is the propmaster of life- yours included. You think it's you, naturally.

    You are like every other person pretending to be in charge of your own life. Except you are blinded by your beauty in a world of fakes (convincing human remains that you are convinced of living human beings). You have made yourself into a 'swan' amongst ducks, if you will. Yet, because you live in a fishbowl, you cannot escape the fakes, or even comprehend who is fake. And, naturally, your narcissm is so inherantly wrong, that you indeed are the swan's meat: no better off than the raw meat of ducks you despise, in the end.

    I believe, by this, subtle is trying to ask even the most wealthy person if they are ultimately happier when they are the sucessful, self claimed 'swan', or if it would be better to discover who the real 'propmaster' is.
    Derek_Harton November 30, 2007   Link

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