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In the church one day you will get hurt
In the school teacher's such a fool
And if they would ever come 'round here
They would ever come
Blame it on my style, take a pill
Don't tell me how to feel
Bad news and tunes
Sing it from the high
Singin' some sad song
Uncle Sam, playin' in the sand
Understand, hold my hand
Time is never gonna stop runnin'
Never gonna stop
Take me to the top of the trees
Don't take me for a cracked window pane
Bad news and tunes
Are shinin' from the high
Singin' some sad song
Don't rehearse, this is the last verse
In the hearse, goin' through your purse
And if they would ever laugh, not here
They would ever laugh
Blame it on my style, once again
Don't take me for a ride in the rain
Bad news and tunes
Shinin' from the high
Singin' some sad song
In the school teacher's such a fool
And if they would ever come 'round here
They would ever come
Blame it on my style, take a pill
Don't tell me how to feel
Sing it from the high
Singin' some sad song
Understand, hold my hand
Time is never gonna stop runnin'
Never gonna stop
Take me to the top of the trees
Don't take me for a cracked window pane
Are shinin' from the high
Singin' some sad song
In the hearse, goin' through your purse
And if they would ever laugh, not here
They would ever laugh
Blame it on my style, once again
Don't take me for a ride in the rain
Shinin' from the high
Singin' some sad song
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Beautiful song. I don't know why, but it makes me feel like it's Christmas time. And I love the sound of the rain in it. No idea what the lyrics mean, though.
@scaredycat: This definitely feels like Christmastime. You could easily fit praises for Jesus into the melody, and it could catch on.
As for the lyrics...
This is a ghost singing.
I think this song is--as a continuation of the song Walking down the Hill, which is to me about mortality--a perfect prologue. The different stanzas seem like they refer to memories: to education in an traditional Catholic school with the abusive teachers, first, then to distant relatives (distant in their behaviours, not genealogy, I mean), and lastly to a funeral--one's own. It's just a vignette of a person's life, and Healy just takes to crooning about despair and then-unneeded anxieties. Of course, this is all opinion.
Oops, make that epilogue*.
Oops, make that epilogue*.