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.
What it is, it ain't, and what it ain't, it is
Is the theme of a Virgoan
See the police man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those shades
Feel the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
It's the surface wet, the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight
Irritated and constipated
And its all covered, player hated, funneled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, I'm trying to relate to
Wishing you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
I'll die to pull the plug on your machine
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
Can you see her?
She spends her whole day in a theater
Living her time in the life that she would prefer
And she stirs nothing, comes and goes as she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
But if they only knew
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from coming through
Coming across
At a loss for dialogue
Walking through the fog
With her eyes closed and her mind gone
And now she lives in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would've snapped from the sheer over anxiousness
I'm waiting for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons and daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little case study castaway cutie
Masturbating in the back of that matinee movie
And someday, one day, when the credits roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know to what depth awake touch the sleep
May we walk the thin line between shallow and deep end
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody (myself)
He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
After doing shows for years, getting respect from peers
Killed the ego, looking at these people like they're weird
Road trips, turned into head trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and eccentric etiquette
Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem
But it seems as if he doesn't see and hasn't felt a thing
Records sell well, but still underground
Travels town to town
Holding hands with fans that love his sound
When it comes around let's hope he can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it
When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now stands only the shadow of a man
Having a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walking that high-wire, passing it off as humble
But it's a thin line, between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishing he can go home and read to his child
But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit both wrists backstage
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
Yeah, onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Nothing but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncing off the box springs and trying to make it to the crosses
I just might just
I just might just
And I just might just
I just might just
I just might just
I just might just
I just might just
And I just might just love somebody
I just might just
Is the theme of a Virgoan
See the police man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those shades
Feel the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
It's the surface wet, the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight
Irritated and constipated
And its all covered, player hated, funneled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, I'm trying to relate to
Wishing you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
I'll die to pull the plug on your machine
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
Can you see her?
She spends her whole day in a theater
Living her time in the life that she would prefer
And she stirs nothing, comes and goes as she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
But if they only knew
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from coming through
Coming across
At a loss for dialogue
Walking through the fog
With her eyes closed and her mind gone
And now she lives in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would've snapped from the sheer over anxiousness
I'm waiting for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons and daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little case study castaway cutie
Masturbating in the back of that matinee movie
And someday, one day, when the credits roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know to what depth awake touch the sleep
May we walk the thin line between shallow and deep end
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody (myself)
He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
After doing shows for years, getting respect from peers
Killed the ego, looking at these people like they're weird
Road trips, turned into head trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and eccentric etiquette
Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem
But it seems as if he doesn't see and hasn't felt a thing
Records sell well, but still underground
Travels town to town
Holding hands with fans that love his sound
When it comes around let's hope he can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it
When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now stands only the shadow of a man
Having a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walking that high-wire, passing it off as humble
But it's a thin line, between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishing he can go home and read to his child
But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit both wrists backstage
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
Yeah, onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Nothing but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncing off the box springs and trying to make it to the crosses
I just might just
I just might just
And I just might just
I just might just
I just might just
I just might just
I just might just
And I just might just love somebody
I just might just
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Between the Lines Lyrics as written by Sean Daley Ant
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