Young Liars

HEY READ THIS.! last year i sent an email to tunde from TVOTR because i was desperately seeking out the lyrics to the song. this is what he sent back:

Hi Rachel,

Glad to know you like the song.

Here are the Lyrics

Young Liars

my mast ain't so sturdy my head is at half i'm searching the clouds for the score

my lady avails herself of marked down freedom forever cashed out to no more

she put the blam in the blame bullets bearing the name of each tigress who's left you a tooth save the skins for a pelt and the rest for a belt that can't open no nothing can't open no nothing

young liars thank you for taking my hands

young liars oh thank you for taking my hands

well it's cold and it's quiet and cobblestone cold in here fucking for fear of not wanting to fear again lonely is all we are lovely so far but my heart's still a marble in an empty jelly jar

someday suppose that my curious nervousness spills into prescience clairvoyant consciousness i will be calmer than cream making maps out of your dreams

but will psychic ability clinch the nativity or simply diminish the flinch

oh young liars thank you for taking my hands

and burying them deep in the world's wet womb where no one can heed their commands

except young liars

voice string trombone pull me forward onward to the sea

take my picture soon all I will be is my disease

voice string trombone pull me forward onward to the sea

take my picture soon all I will be is my disease

........... tunde

"well it's cold and it's quiet and cobblestone cold in here" The world is in really fucked condition right now. Everything is so god damn wrong.

"fucking for fear of not wanting to fear again" No idea how to change this awful state of the world, so let's just fuck and "be free" and "live for today" and all that bullshit.

"lonely is all we are lovely so far" Our excuse: "We are just lonely and just individuals who really can't change anything. I mean, living for today and just having fun has been working lovely so far, so why not keep doing it?"

"but my heart's still a marble in an empty jelly jar" In the back of their minds, everyone knows that this freedom, smoking pot, having sex, analyzing lyrics in music, nothing changes the fact that the world is still fucked up and we are in a confusing time in a confusing place. Our core is not a peace and we feel like we our heart is a marble in an empty jelly jar of corruption.

"someday suppose that my" Regardless, I'm betting that one day, things will be different so I still feel like I can live for today. I feel that one day my:

"curious nervousness spills into prescience" Hopefully all this random thought about the state of things will turn into a magical life-changing realization/epiphany.

"clairvoyant consciousness i will be calmer than cream making maps out of your dreams" Yeah, someday, I'll "get it". I'll be so fully realized, I'll be able to determine who you are, what you should do in life, and how you should do it down to an inch. Since I know this day will come, might as well keep living it up right now! You got some weed?

"but will psychic ability clinch the nativity" But will this otherworldly realization/epiphany that I'm going to have, actually be the birth of a new line of thought or movement? The narrator is now second-guessing the fact of his living for today philosophy, wondering if even if he has an epiphany, will it actually create a movement in thought?

"or simply diminish the flinch" Or will it simply numb the pain temporarily of the world as we all rejoice in an epiphany, only to later go back to corruption and instinctive greed?

"oh young liars thank you for taking my hands and burying them deep in the world's wet womb where no one can heed their commands"

Thanks for taking my hands i.e. my ability to make a difference in the world/start a movement, and burying them deep where no one can ever find them and therefore I become powerless as another pawn in our government's game. I can't have access to my voice/hands, my friends do not have access to my hands because their's are buried as well, but guess who does?

"except young liars" Those who are corrupt.

"voice string trombone pull me forward onward to the sea" I AM MINDLESS. I WILL FOLLOW MY GOVERNMENT AND THE TRADITIONAL SOCIETY BLINDLY SO LONG AS YOU PLAY MY POP TUNES.

"take my picture soon all I will be is my disease" Better write down these simple thought-processes on "Will I have an epiphany and if I do will it change the world or not?" because even they are really nothing special and they are just ramblings and incomplete thoughts, they are still the most free my mind is ever going to be. Soon I'll be another mindless drone.

lots of alliteration in this song, pretty clever

lyrics aren't complete, missing the first few lines and some in the middle.

Based on what they do have, I think that what it is asking is "If suddenly I didnt have to worry about the future and I knew what was going to happen would that alter my goals? Also, would it relieve me from my pain and worry, or just make it go away?"

when i saw them, this song, the bass was so omnipotent that the music was projecting out of the audiences' bodies rather than coming in.

i hear the first verse as this:

My mast ain't so sturdy, my head is at half, I'm searching the clouds for a storm. My lady reveals herself of marked-down freedom, Forever cashed out to no more. She put the plan in the blame. Who is bearing the name For each digress? Who's left you up zoo? Save the skins for a better and the rest for a better. We can't open, no nothing. Can't open, no nothing.

This is just...hot

This is what i have for the lyrics:

I’m asking so sturdy my head is at half I’m searching the clouds for the storm My lady avails herself from marked down freedom, Forever cashed out to no more

She put the bland in the blame, But is bearing the name of each tigress who’s left to attune. Save the skins for a debtor and the rest for better Can’t open no nothing, Can’t open no nothing

Young Liars, Thank you for taking my hands, Young Liars, Thank you for taking my hands

Well, it's cold and it's quiet, and cobblestone cold in here, Fucking for fear of not wanting to fear again, Lonely is all we are, Lovely so far, But my heart's still a marble in an empty jelly jar,

Someday suppose that my curious nervousness, Stills into prescience, clairvoyant consciousness, I will be calmer than cream, making maps out of your dreams, But will psychic ability, kill the nativity, simply diminish that flinch?

Young liars,

Said thank you for taking my hands And burying them deep in the world's wet womb, Where no one can heed their commands, Except Young Liars,

Mustering vocally forward on words to deceive, Take my big test so you know morality is my disease.

Not sure on the last two lines though.

i think it's

"Where no one can heed their commands *And no one can read their commands Except young liars"