Look at our love, a thankless thing
A broken old branch where crow goes to sing
A charred garden, a place of no easy pardon
It's dead in the eyes, it's downright rotten

But oh, baby, admittedly I could be somewhat curmudgeonly
But nothing had changed, it stayed the same
I came back and found you where you'd been left for dead
Like something wounded

No more of those crippling piggybacks
You'll have to keep up, you'll have to stay amongst the pack
And if you want in, I'll meet you where crow goes to sing
That's if you want in, what is it they're blessing?

But oh, baby, admittedly I could be somewhat curmudgeonly
But nothing had changed, it stayed the same
I came back and found you where you'd been left for dead
Like something wounded


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    General CommentJust ludicrously good.
    DuffyBoxon November 07, 2013   Link
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    General CommentHayden Thorpe is just an incredibly gifted singer and lyricist. At my age it takes a lot for me to appreciate rock music of the angsty/grandiose variety. (Not a knock on emotionally ambitious music, it's a knock on me for mellowing with age and losing my edge as a consumer of music.) Thorpe's verses are just so beautifully constructed, and play so cleverly and movingly with expectation. The tension in the first four lines is in the steady curdling: can he keep twisting the pictures he's painting into steadily worsening images of atrophy and decay and despair. So even as he's taking you down into hell--traveling up rotten branches to a sinister bird, to a wasted, burned tract of dead land (and place of cold judgement), to a dead-eyed stare... perfectly capped with a disgusted "rotten." The way the song then flirts with a weak, fragile hopefulness--through those chiming aching guitars, through Thorpe's acknowledgment that things may only seem as bad as he's describing them because he is "curmudgeonly"--is incredibly moving to me. Then of course his canvas opens up to a less pointed but somehow even more despairing vision than the first verse: a land and a nomadic, hopeless way of life where people who can't "keep up" (the singer's lover?) are left behind to die. It's breathtaking. Apologies for all my high-flown language, but this song is a masterpiece of a kind: it's hard to use ordinary language to describe it.
    argylecoveron January 23, 2014   Link

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