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.
i've been here, sat between railings with god named celeste for, look adam to establish yourself
won't really burn off that fat or we'll call it fat, that runs you near, archetypes that have been
tested and failed continully tested and failed, god named celeste has always akin to catch stones at
dead clock, fortunetly she's beautiful in the corners of her eyes and happy visible, she blinks while
ruffage falls from my skirt, my skirt ruffage falls from my skirt,
dripping with face lost i've the frozen meats and convention center specs to build a mirrored
phallus right here, 10 miles high, for everyone to imitate, but the drawings in the dust are filling
up with dust again, and i've just spent that 100 dollars friends, help though, hook line and sinker,
if i could cry and hug my cat all night i'll still be empty, or putting change in the meter for
and entire block of people i know from bumps on a log, kite flying and chicken choking and running
in place, i'm stuffing mixed messages in bottles and dropping them in gutters and when someone gets
it they'll be right where i was, and maybe that'll help, so one day when the snake sucks it's tail,
i'll find a pot of gold and tons of letters left for me in a matchbox and that would be idle like
grown men in tights, with fists, capes and eyebeams, I-beams, i've been here, sat between poles with
god name sid for, look adam to reanimate yourself won't really lop off that foot or we'll call it
foot that carries you off mezzanines that burst into situated right as you left situated, tsk tsk
god named sid has waited a long long time to say "i told you so" so consequentially he's eaten by a
bear and happy unfortunate goodbye he thinks as a tangelo falls from my hat, shush i say to the
drones of potato people whistling my social security number, some mail man to be named later must
not be doing his job, i'm thinking of when that nuclear thing happens and i'm the only one left a
ruin that doesn't look like the movies, it was made before, between 7 breakfast, 12 lunch 6:30
dinner, if i don't stack all these bones now and these feathers right after that i'll pretend i'm
sleeping and let them talk to my listening, listening, tounges and forks and noseplugs and problems
are gears and i'm lamenting over those two edges coming together in the blood blister i got out of it all,
if i could be any animal which would i be? the human soul because there's almost no halflife,
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top, from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital
it don't stop
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top, from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital
it don't stop
until the socially acceptable thing to do is be real...
won't really burn off that fat or we'll call it fat, that runs you near, archetypes that have been
tested and failed continully tested and failed, god named celeste has always akin to catch stones at
dead clock, fortunetly she's beautiful in the corners of her eyes and happy visible, she blinks while
ruffage falls from my skirt, my skirt ruffage falls from my skirt,
dripping with face lost i've the frozen meats and convention center specs to build a mirrored
phallus right here, 10 miles high, for everyone to imitate, but the drawings in the dust are filling
up with dust again, and i've just spent that 100 dollars friends, help though, hook line and sinker,
if i could cry and hug my cat all night i'll still be empty, or putting change in the meter for
and entire block of people i know from bumps on a log, kite flying and chicken choking and running
in place, i'm stuffing mixed messages in bottles and dropping them in gutters and when someone gets
it they'll be right where i was, and maybe that'll help, so one day when the snake sucks it's tail,
i'll find a pot of gold and tons of letters left for me in a matchbox and that would be idle like
grown men in tights, with fists, capes and eyebeams, I-beams, i've been here, sat between poles with
god name sid for, look adam to reanimate yourself won't really lop off that foot or we'll call it
foot that carries you off mezzanines that burst into situated right as you left situated, tsk tsk
god named sid has waited a long long time to say "i told you so" so consequentially he's eaten by a
bear and happy unfortunate goodbye he thinks as a tangelo falls from my hat, shush i say to the
drones of potato people whistling my social security number, some mail man to be named later must
not be doing his job, i'm thinking of when that nuclear thing happens and i'm the only one left a
ruin that doesn't look like the movies, it was made before, between 7 breakfast, 12 lunch 6:30
dinner, if i don't stack all these bones now and these feathers right after that i'll pretend i'm
sleeping and let them talk to my listening, listening, tounges and forks and noseplugs and problems
are gears and i'm lamenting over those two edges coming together in the blood blister i got out of it all,
if i could be any animal which would i be? the human soul because there's almost no halflife,
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top, from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital
it don't stop
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top, from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital
it don't stop
until the socially acceptable thing to do is be real...
Lyrics submitted by krTog1
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