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In The Nervous Light Of Sunday Lyrics
Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light...
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light...
Song Info
Submitted by
darth_squirrel On Apr 29, 2004
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@AcquiescentAnima
5 decades is 50 years not 100.... 100 years would be said as 5 SCORE
this songs is about realizing ones mortality by watching the people around you get old- a lot of people read to much into the music they listen and search for a hidden meaning in-between the words, and use their own life to define someone else work coughAcquiescentAnimacough
the purpose of music is to communicate something, don't act like you didn't have a spiritual connection.
the purpose of music is to communicate something, don't act like you didn't have a spiritual connection.
I harshly adore this song. Like alot.
i talked to drew about this song when he came through charlotte. essentially it is about how as he was becoming more independent and going his own ways (art and music) his dad, who he had been very close with, became very rigid. something i think a lot of us can relate to as we experience the pains of growing up. the line "in the nervous light" is a line from one of his dad's favorite books. he put it in there to vent the feelings he had, thats also why you see the line " my dads favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile" a great job of capturing the emotion of seperation. thats basically how he explained it to me, making this song much more meaningful and tangible in my own life.
thats awsome, I can definitely relate with that. this song is also by far my favorite off As The Roots Undo also. I love when it goes into that part with "An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay"
from six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape..
i love that part. and the following.. "All i ever asked..was for a clean break" how do they make that horrible squeking, cat-strangling sound. it sounds like somebody getting killed by draging the ribcage out of the body through the mouth. I like it a lot.
this is my favorite song of all time, the way they put everything together and meld there lyrics with guitar works is totally amazing
well no doubt they're genius when it comes to constructing songs and writing lyrics. It's almost something you would find in a collection of great american poetry. Very big inspiration for a writing major like myself :-D
Mmmmm, love it! ^^
Am I the only one who thinks this song's lyrics remind me of the story "The Odyssey?" More specifically, Penelope's braiding of the shroud.
Read it if you haven't, then think about it.
I totally agree with horsepowerhope on that scream. It is freaking amazing!