| Counting Crows – Round Here Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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@[mikestack1:17446] Thank you, it's been a long time since I wrote that. |
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| Counting Crows – Round Here Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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This is the first Counting Crows song I ever heard. I bought the CD for this song and it started a Love affair with their music. My interpretation: is different from Adam's or anyone elses I've come across. He's a ghost haunting a graveyard, it's cold and damp. Rain drops pierce the fog and mist, a kind of miserable drizzle not a down pour. The full moon provides the only light. We always stand up straight - tombstones Round here we're carving out our names - tombstones Round here we all look the same - tombstones Round here we talk just like lions - obituaries But we sacrifice like lambs - but despite or life, we die. Round here she's slipping through my hands - Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust She is still alive, but is on the verge of crossing over. On the titerope between the ocean and the land. she has to make the decision, jump (fall into the ocean) or walk away. And the crumbleing difference between right and wrong are the reasons to commit suicide or no to. Adam can hear her crying through the door, (to the spiritual world) but he himself is in a kind of limbo and can't relate to her reasons. Sleeping children better run like the wind out of the lightning dream - She better snap out of this state of mind (wake up) to life. * In all his songs, I believe (sleep and dreaming) are closly related to (water, or rain) and also (Death, limbo, oblivion). And the opposite of these are (Insomnia, the absence of water "the desert", being alive, the day time)* "Round here she's always on my mind" - This seems to make me think that the roles are reversed and she is the one who is dead and he is the one visiting the graveyard. "Round here hey man got lots of time" - "Round here we're never sent to bed early" - "And nobody makes us wait" - "Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late" - All four of these describe the state of being in a kind of in between worlds, ghost like limbo hanging aroung a grave yard. Anyway thats my personal interpretation. I really don't care if anyone disagrees with me. |
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| Counting Crows – Colorblind Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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There are so may ways of decoding this music. I seriously doubt Adam was thinking about gay sex as some of the posts I read, but if thats what it means to you, so be it. To me, I think of a new-born baby. Babies are born color blind until their eyes develop. The rest of the lyrics fall into place nicely when you think of it this way. You can go even deeper, for the sake of the argument, lets say that he is actually talking about being born. You can say that for the first time he feels alive, or born again, ect. Thrust into a new enviornment, afraid, confused, but everything will be ok. Or it could simply be tied to "Mr. Jones" when he says 'grey is my favorite color'. Which I take to mean life is confusing there is no absolute right or wrong, only varying shades of grey. |
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| Counting Crows – Mrs. Potter's Lullaby Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I've always seen parallels between dreaming and being awake and being above water and underwater. It seems to me that when he goes to the desert, he is in a state of insomnia. he sees the stars because it's in the middle of the night but he can't fall asleep, hence no water. It also plays nice with the idea of walking along the edge of where the ocean meets the land like a wire in a circus. "and though i'll never forget your face, sometimes i can't remember my name" is one of my favorite lines. They say you never forget your own name. Thanks for reading. |
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