| The Decemberists – Of Angels and Angles Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Have you ever gone to the museum to visit the artists that you love, and then one day, as you arrive to see the usual works that you adore, for some reason a particular work that you always knew was there but never really paid any mind to caught your eye that day, and suddenly you're blown away by it after you realize the details that you had missed dozens and dozens of times before and you wonder in amazement as to how you could have ever missed such a piece before? That's this song. |
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| The Decemberists – As I Rise Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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When I hear this song it makes me wish I were drunk on Bourbon on a lazy summer day thinking about my travels, my friends, and all the pretty girls. Sounds like the song was recorded with one microphone in the middle of a room, with a vocal mic for Colin Meloy to sing into. Timeless. |
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| The Decemberists – Don't Carry It All Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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@ treant - A great observation, and although a child's death certainly plays a part in this song, I think it's about the autumn season. A celebration of the fruits of labor, a unified community (the chorus), a homecoming, and death all in one. "A neighbor's blessed burden within reason", I believe, refers to a harvest of some sort. I picture fields of wheat needing sowing and a community coming together in helping ("becomes a burden borne of one and all"). I've chuckled to myself thinking of this song as a sort of communist anthem. The tune itself certainly has a sense of a marching of sorts. "A monument to build beneath the arbors" has me thinking of a wedding. A couple standing underneath an arbor committing themselves to one another certainly is a building of something monumental. Sorry. That's totally cheesy, I know. "Let every vessel pitching hard towards starboard, Lay it's head on summer's freckled knees." The homecoming toward the end of a long summer travel season. I love the lyric about summer having freckled knees. So brilliant. Along with the wonders of a great harvest, a celebration in marriage and homecoming, death also falls upon this autumn season. "Lazy will the loam come from its hiding" is an amazing way of telling of the earth claiming this deceased child. And the last verse brings it all back, "So raise a glass to turnings of the season, And watch it as it arcs towards the sun." |
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