"From the Stars" as written by and Jack Brown Charles Cave....
I saw a friend that I once knew at a funeral
He took the time out to be seen
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch
That he'd been given by a magazine
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said, driver, what's happened to these buildings?
They all look run down and so alone
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took the time out to be seen
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch
That he'd been given by a magazine
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said, driver, what's happened to these buildings?
They all look run down and so alone
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
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"From the Stars" as written by Harry Mcveigh Charles Cave
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PASSING THROUGH THE CITY STREETS WHERE HE WAS BORN.
HE SAID "DRIVER WHAT'S HAPPENED TO THESE BUILDINGS?
THEY ALL LOOK RUN-DOWN AND SO FORLORN".
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I think the song is about a very strong and successful person returning home to a funeral and realizing how fragile life is and breaks down.
'He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how we fall,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He see's how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands'
I think the raindrops represent people (funeral) and places (home town) dying, one at a time. He has become a strong person but the raindrops keep falling quickly and build up in his hand. Eventually it all gets to him and he breaks down.
Poetic <3
This song has been said by Harry McVeigh/Jack Lawrence-Brown to be about a washed-up celebrity who visits his home town to attend the funeral of a friend.
I'm not entirely sure what the "shivering on the bedroom floor" part is about, or what relation the deceased has to him.
Hopefully someone can shed more light on this.
But now it seems he has completely changed.
He seems empyt, alone and emotionless - "He didn't cry when the preist gave the sermon".
I think possibly "Driver, what happened to these buildings they all look so run-down and so forlorn" could be a metaphor for himself and he's wondering what happened to him and why he's become this person.
He obviously dosen't like the person he's become - "shivering on the bedroom floor" as in he's just broken down and depressed. And also with "it reminds him of how he falls"
The celebity part as someone said before makes sense with the whole penthouse, gold watch thing.
The reason this person has changed so much is because of his money and fame.
Umm, yeh that didnt make much sense but you catch my drift.
He sounds like a flash guy who likes to flaunt his money but in reality has little real happiness in his life. Returning home reminds him of how much he has and how he now has all these material things. But it doesn't sound like he earned these things, having been given a watch by a magazine. He possibly sees people living 9-5 lives which reminds him that he has more than this but he doesn't feel fulfilled because he hasn't earned it. This depresses him and he realises his own life is quite hollow.
That he'd been given by a magazine."
i think this illustrates his unhappiness with his current life and keeps the freebie watch as possible a reminder of his previous poor wealth?
Two things wondering about is, does he kill himself in the end? The do not disturb sign fit me thinking, and some poisons leave you shaking...
The other thing is, could this be a sort of dramatized autobiography?