Love -> Building on Fire

I can't COMPARE love when it's not love

(in first stanza. In the second stanza it IS 'define love')

Silly lyrics but it's a great song because it's so silly. "They go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds!" Yay! The actual meaning looks a little darker than I thought it was when I see it written out.

Greatest weird song ever -- or weirdest great song ever?

Greatest weird song ever -- or weirdest great song ever?

so fucking awesomeeeeee i LOVE David.

I don't know what this song is about, but I've always imagined it from the point of view of a geeky librarian, heartbroken and kneeled over on the grass with his fists reaching towards the sky, as his love (the library) goes up in flames.

In the crowd he sees two lovers together staring at the fire, clearly in love, which leads the protagonist to feel silly for comparing his love for the library to that of the two lovers.

The tweet tweet like little birds part reminds me of a siren.

When my love Stands next to your love I can't compare love When it's not love

(they are so in love they don't know the feeling of not being in love)

It's not love It's not love Which is my face Which is a building Which is on fire On fire

(he building on fire is his house, its his face bc the world sees his home life on fire with love)

When my love Stands next to your love I can't define love When it's not love

(he can't define love bc he is always in love and there is no , "no love")

It's not love It's not love Which is my face Which is a building Which is on fire

(the house is on fire with love and its something he shows the world w/ his face , it seems to be known)

I've got two loves I've got two loves And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet like little birds

(his two loves are his children)

They're my two loves And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet like little birds They're my two loves

(his children are his two loves that go about the house tweeting in an air of love)

Count them one, two loves Count them one, two loves Which is my face Which is a building Which is on fire, on fire

(he counts them one, two loves bc they are twins)

When my love Stands next to your love I can't define love When it's not love

(same as above, he is so in love , he's enmeshed in it)

It's not love It's not love Which is my face Which is a building Which is on fire

(same, his family life is on fire, he's in love w himself bc of it and he is so in love akin to flames. i suppose he lives with his twin flame)

The narrator is a homeowner that cares much more deeply for his house than his neighbor. His neighbor's building stands next to his love. He burns down his neighbor's house, which has two fire alarms. As it burns, they tweet like little birds.