"Old Friend" as written by William Hugh Cashion, Samuel Thompson Herring and John Gerrit Welmers....
i whisper the tongue like an old friend
i cherish my time here alone
i wait in the eyes of the passing nights,
to help me laugh brushfires again
by the swallows sleeve, i'm a new hand
cutting out the shapes that burn me
i can touch the mouths of these child gods
and these true minds that hurt man

and the will will go up
to the crashing sails
and the crushing wails
of my old pan
this wind screams while i'm asleep
and dreams that these white eyes
will smile again

and the will will go up
to the crashing sails
and the crushing wails
of my old pan
this wind screams while i'm asleep
and dreams that these white eyes
will smile again

i take to the road like an old man
i cherish my time here alone
i process the lines of the passing lights
losing myself, i change my plans

by the western walls, i'm a cursed hand
by the eastern seas, i'm hardly wrong
i can swing myself down from these trees
when i crave a glimpse of weary sands

i whisper the tongue like an old friend
i cherish my time here alone
i swing myself down from these trees
to help me laugh brushfires again


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    General Commentoh, no. especially following a song called Pangea, and this one focusing on Pan, it seems to be about escaping the lack of the modern world, externally embodied by the death of nature (my old pan), internally by the loss of youth, irrationality, passion ('i can touch the mouths of these child gods/and these true minds that hurt man').

    homepage.mac.com/cparada/GML/…

    long story short, pan is the god of wild nature. he chased his love until she turned into the reeds, and he was left with only the sound of the wind blowing through the marsh. he made a pipe out of the reeds and wind is kind of the embodiment of his raging wild passion.

    "and the will will go up
    to the crashing sails
    and the crushing wails
    of my old pan
    this wind screams while i'm asleep
    and dreams that these white eyes
    will smile again"

    the death of pan was announced after a voyage when the sea turned calm, christianity was discovered ('i'm a cursed hand'), reason overtook madness ('western walls')....it's a song mourning the taming of nature, the death of the ('weary sands' of) the past. he's retreating into the forest and going wild again.
    wimplucyon August 12, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General Commentit's about somebody you haven't seen in a long time.
    huggableduston August 17, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI have no idea what this is about. Any help?
    Perhaps Panon December 23, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt seems pretty obviously about divorce. "Taken out with the trash," "take the ring," "broken dreams"....it's clearly about a breakup, and the repeated ring references support it being about marriage. I think Future Islands' lyrics are somewhat poetically encoded but they're never nonsense.
    claudelemondeon November 03, 2011   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionSeems like these lyrics got overwritten with Flicker & Flutter. They used to be correct.
    tlow87on November 14, 2011   Link
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    Lyric Correctioni whisper the tongue like an old friend
    i cherish my time here alone
    i wait in the eyes of the passing nights,
    to help me laugh brushfires again
    by the swallows sleeve, i'm a new hand
    cutting out the shapes that burn me
    i can touch the mouths of these child gods
    and these true minds that hurt man

    and the will will go up
    to the crashing sails
    and the crushing wails
    of my old pan
    this wind screams while i'm asleep
    and dreams that these white eyes
    will smile again

    and the will will go up
    to the crashing sails
    and the crushing wails
    of my old pan
    this wind screams while i'm asleep
    and dreams that these white eyes
    will smile again

    i take to the road like an old man
    i cherish my time here alone
    i process the lines of the passing lights
    losing myself, i change my plans

    by the western walls, i'm a cursed hand
    by the eastern seas, i'm hardly wrong
    i can swing myself down from these trees
    when i crave a glimpse of weary sands

    i whisper the tongue like an old friend
    i cherish my time here alone
    i swing myself down from these trees
    to help me laugh brushfires again
    tlow87on February 09, 2012   Link
  • -1
    General Commentcome on man, it's Future Islands- it probably doesn't mean much of anything.

    wonderful tune nonetheless
    chickenpiggieson March 15, 2009   Link

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