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.
He’s just an artist drawing black hearts beating to the rhythm of napalm;
He’s on the attack.
Masquerading as a suicide soldier with all of the technique but none of the class.
Alert the press! There are no letters left!
Just stolen memories and fragments of a heart, at best!
So hear their cries; their severed ties of stories with a lost cause,
And sordid memories revised.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You’ll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I’ve heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing…
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart’s on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
We’re treading water! We’ve dug our own graves!
Hopelessly devoid of machine-gun I Love You’s,
Treating lonely like a disease.
Tonight we paint this town dead.
We are alive! With a golden tongue and an ivory pride!
The corpse will stand and sing along
To the confessions of his living hand who wrote the saddest song.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You’ll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I’ve heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing…
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart’s on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
Goodnight. Goodbye.
He’s on the attack.
Masquerading as a suicide soldier with all of the technique but none of the class.
Alert the press! There are no letters left!
Just stolen memories and fragments of a heart, at best!
So hear their cries; their severed ties of stories with a lost cause,
And sordid memories revised.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You’ll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I’ve heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing…
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart’s on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
We’re treading water! We’ve dug our own graves!
Hopelessly devoid of machine-gun I Love You’s,
Treating lonely like a disease.
Tonight we paint this town dead.
We are alive! With a golden tongue and an ivory pride!
The corpse will stand and sing along
To the confessions of his living hand who wrote the saddest song.
Do you believe yourself?
The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
You’ll just steal yourself
A hook, a rhyme, I’ve heard your words a thousand times.
The times are changing…
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Your heart’s on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
Goodnight. Goodbye.
Lyrics submitted by bforbaker
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