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.
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's no hiding it, behind moulting feathers
On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
40k contract, take it out the do'
Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo'
From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand
You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
With late night divisions, and lab app decisions
We're faced with decisions, to fight a fricassee
And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
Numbers, you got that number
You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words
Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
You perch above your nest (in your charms)
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
Yeah, that's what got you dead
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world (cruel, cruel world)
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang (alouette)
When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's no hiding it, behind moulting feathers
On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
40k contract, take it out the do'
Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo'
From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand
You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
With late night divisions, and lab app decisions
We're faced with decisions, to fight a fricassee
And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
Numbers, you got that number
You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words
Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
You perch above your nest (in your charms)
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
Yeah, that's what got you dead
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world (cruel, cruel world)
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang (alouette)
When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
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