"The Obituaries" as written by and Greg Barnett Eric Keen....
We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up New York City,
from the rooftop in Brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti.
And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right thru my spoiled liver,
whatever that was left of it.
'cuz I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery.
Maybe I'm not dying im just living in decaying cities,
but I'm still healthy, I'm still fine,
I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries.
But I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
'cuz I am the shadow of the wax wing slain.
I felt the false azure from window panes.
I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine.
But I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.


Lyrics submitted by Lokix, edited by Npakaderm

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  • +5
    Lyric CorrectionThe lyrics should read
    "'Cause I was the shadow of the waxwing slain.
    I felt the false azure from windowpanes."

    This is a reference to the opening lines of the novel Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov. It's a very complex and multilayered narrative, but death, remembrance of things past, and authorship are huge themes in the novel, as they may be in this song.

    The lines in the poem that begins the novel read "I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/in the false azure of the windowpane." They describe how the speaker witnessed a waxwing (a type of bird) die by crashing into a window reflecting the sky. Evidently, the bird mistook the "false azure" of the sky's reflection in the window for the real thing, and tried to fly into it.
    janeaparis1on June 09, 2012   Link
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    My InterpretationThe "I've cursed this lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery" line is one of my favorites but I might be reading way too far into it. I see it as a description of having an identity as a "writer." As a writer, you spend a lot of time documenting and describing your own existence which is almost certainly sort of lame, and if it's got any hope of being interesting, occasionally miserable. Your imagery might not be picture-perfect but calling it that says something about how lame you know it all is. It sounds like a nuanced and self-loathing line.

    Of course it also mean "I have such a good memory that it's actually bad. #humblebrag."
    Ayavaronon April 16, 2014   Link

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