"Fault Lines" as written by and John Darnielle....
Down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, get our chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
BUt none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending
It's gone on like this, for three years I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across it's bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do
And the fights, and the lies that we both love to tell
fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you
La la la
Hey hey
I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, get our chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
BUt none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending
It's gone on like this, for three years I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across it's bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do
And the fights, and the lies that we both love to tell
fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you
La la la
Hey hey
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"Fault Lines" as written by John Darnielle
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i definitely thing this is the same couple from jenny. in jenny they're young, carefree, and in love as they cruise about on the new motorcycle. now this sort of lifestyle is starting to become meaningless, no matter how much money they do or do not have. the deteriorating motorcycle is on obvious metaphor for their collapsing relationship.
down here where the heat's so fine
i'll drink to your health and you drink to mine
as we try to make the money we scored out in vegas
hold out for a while
we drink
vodka from russia
we get our chocolates from belgium
we have our strawberries flown in from england
but none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end
i got a cracked engine block
both of us do
got a house, the jewels, the italian race car
they don't make us feel better about who we are
i got termites in the framework
so do you
down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
where i worship the ground underneath of your feet
we are experts
in the art of frivolous spending
it's gone on like this
for three years i guess
and we're drunk all the time
and our lives are a mess
and the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies
is stumbling across its bleak ending
but none of the rage in our eyes
seems to finish it off where it lies
i got sugar in the fuel lines
both of us do
got a fight and the lies that we both love to tell
fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
i got pudding for a backbone
but so do you
la la la la, hey hey
"how much better, how much better could my life get?
nine hundred cubic centimeters of raw whining power"
You can see that he associates already the idea of leaving with this girl and being free, with a material good. He then goes on to sing about how there is a crack in the engine in Fault Lines and the Italian racecar.
"I got a cracked engine block
both of us do
got a house, the jewels, the italian racecar
they don't make us feel better about who we are"
After associating the feeling with the material good, perhaps along the way of their relationship, he forgot what the meaning of it was. And so he starts to buy more and more stuff and starts to become aware of it happening.
To put it to more simple words... their relationship used to be about driving away and being free, but now it's just about the bike.
Also, dreaming about times that could have been/could be and hopefulness that soon crumbles seems to be a theme through AHWT.
i think he sings [deathless]
though i doubt that was the intention.
I would say 2002-2005 was the golden age of the Mountain Goats.