| James Vincent McMorrow – We Don't Eat Lyrics | 6 years ago |
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I actually took the song meaning to be about a relationship. I was raised in a strict Irish Catholic house, and the first verse, if this is redemption why do I bother, rings very true. The main chorus though, I think of the things my mother used to say, made me cry when I first heard it. Like there was another person out there why was raised the same way I was. I took the meaning to be very literal. This is what my mother used to say. I would come home from school at 3 and be hungry by 5, but “We don’t eat until your father is at the table.” Was her line. After I was born she left her job to raise the family and make sure my dad had a hot meal every night. He works hard every day and we eat together those are the rules. If he got home at 6 we ate at 6:30. If he got home at 8, we ate at 8:30. Back then it was more of an annoyance to me, but now that I’m 35, when I go home to visit. This is still the rule, we eat together there’s nothing to mention nothing has changed, but I appreciate it more. In fact I think it’s almost romantic, I pray I find a love like that. I hear a young man saying that he’s moved around the world, he’s lived on the beach, in the hills, he’s lived on his own. And now he gets it. He understands what his family values were. We may have alcoholism in the family, so don’t drink until you can cheers with your friends and only have one. When he doesn’t understand things his mother tells him, “to have a little faith/trust” The 2,000 years part is like it’s 2019 and we’ve been in that water and every time we have not been able to walk on it as Jesus did so where is faith. So every time we try to have faith we sink and our friends/ fishermen give us hope and confidence and save us. He’s looking for a relationship like his parents had and he hears his mom’s advice again, “never once has any man I’ve met been able to love like your father, you will find someone like that too, just have a little trust.” Then in the final verse he’s talking to his partner. Asking her, “am I an honest man? Have I been good to you?” It seems like maybe they were fighting and he’s run down. He’s tired of playing games, the same old lines, the same story/fight on repeat. She’s worn him down. He wants a traditional love like his Irish catholic parents had, where we don’t eat until your fathers at the table. And he’s thinking of ending the relationship since it doesn’t seem like it will ever be like that/he’s burning down the house. His words of love are turning on their own. He’s confused and he thinks of the advice from his mother, ‘Just have a little bit of trust’ (in god) it will be okay. |
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