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.
Es el opio la flor de la pereza
Hasta que llego a ser sólo existencia
El humo de leche muge lento
Extendiendo el sabor del universo
El que nada hace nada teme
Y de terrenal sabrás lo celeste
Un oscuro derecho a la delicia
Será un sueño o será mentira
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
Es el opio la flor de la pereza
Hasta que llego a ser sólo existencia
El humo de leche muge lento
Extendiendo el sabor del universo
Replegado en la madriguera
Como un animal acosado
Bajo el efecto de la adormidera
Y el peso de mis pestañas
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
Esquirlas de aire
Arcano indescifrable
En el jardín de mis delicias
Pertenezco a la brisa
Inhalo la niebla
Que flota en el Ganges
El aceite de incienso
Nos servirá de consuelo
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
Hasta que llego a ser sólo existencia
El humo de leche muge lento
Extendiendo el sabor del universo
El que nada hace nada teme
Y de terrenal sabrás lo celeste
Un oscuro derecho a la delicia
Será un sueño o será mentira
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
Es el opio la flor de la pereza
Hasta que llego a ser sólo existencia
El humo de leche muge lento
Extendiendo el sabor del universo
Replegado en la madriguera
Como un animal acosado
Bajo el efecto de la adormidera
Y el peso de mis pestañas
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
Esquirlas de aire
Arcano indescifrable
En el jardín de mis delicias
Pertenezco a la brisa
Inhalo la niebla
Que flota en el Ganges
El aceite de incienso
Nos servirá de consuelo
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
Las cosas más triviales se
Vuelven fundamentales
Eliminando los moldes del azar
Como se agita el viento sin alimento
Escucha mi canto abierto de par en par
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Lyrics for those who speak English:
Opium is the flower of laziness, until I become only existence. The smoke of milk, like lowing cattle, slowly spreading the flavour of the universe. The one who does nothing fears nothing and from the terrestrial you will know the heavens a dark entitlement to what is delightful, will be a dream or a lie.
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Opium is the flower of laziness, until I become only existence. The smoke of milk, like lowing cattle, slowly spreading the flavour of the universe. Huddled in a lair like a besieged animal, worn out by tiredness and the weight of my eyelids.
The most trivial things become fundamental, eliminating patterns of chance. As if the wind is stirred without encouragement listen to my song's disclosures.
Splinters of air, indecipherable arcanum. In my garden of delights I belong to the breeze. I inhale the fog that floats in the Ganges, the oil of incense will be our consolation.
This song is more transparent than glass, especially when you consider the song itself is named "Opium." In case you're a complete dolt, this song is about - what else? - opium and its effects. If this song turns out to be an allegory, I apologize, but I'm pretty sure this song doesn't take much analysis.