This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
Where are the obligatory niggers?
Hey there fuckface!
Hey there fuckface!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
I just left the hotel amnesia, I had to go there
Where it is I can't remember,
But now I can remember, now I can remember
Hafta! hafta!
Message for yer! message for yer!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it a!
Kill it!
Kill it a!
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
Razor unit, made with the highest british attention to the
Wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
The classical!
The classical!
The classical!
Hotel aggro!
Message for yer! message for yer!
The classical!
Poleaxe a!
One of the millennium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
The classical!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
Millennium of conspiracy
Play out classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
Where are the obligatory niggers?
Hey there fuckface!
Hey there fuckface!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
I just left the hotel amnesia, I had to go there
Where it is I can't remember,
But now I can remember, now I can remember
Hafta! hafta!
Message for yer! message for yer!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it a!
Kill it!
Kill it a!
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
Razor unit, made with the highest british attention to the
Wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
The classical!
The classical!
The classical!
Hotel aggro!
Message for yer! message for yer!
The classical!
Poleaxe a!
One of the millennium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
The classical!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
Millennium of conspiracy
Play out classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life
Lyrics submitted by birthcontrolblues, edited by hendr1x, middledistancerunner, antoniod4k, plimsoul89
The Classical Lyrics as written by Mark E Smith
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I love how Malkmus consistently ripped these boys off in his Pavement days...rather impressive.
This song killsssssss
My favorite song of all time.
One of my favourites. Hex Enduction Hour is essentially an attack on British pop culture, which is what this song seems to be about. Ahh Mark E. Smith is insane and i love him. It's unfortunate how little known this band is.
Apparently the line "Where are the obligatory niggers?" cost them a record deal with a Motown label.
@orangebeaker Go figure!
lots of errors in the lyrics here 1st one: it's "Parallax", not "Poleaxe a"
Surely "reveals a lust for a form of obvious", not "a home of office".
@curiosofsi I believe it is a "form of office" definitely not "home of office"
Here in England, The Fall are more popular / well known than Pavement, so I still don't know why Pavement get so much shit? They're sound-alikes, I know, but Pavement have developed away from this sound. Anyway, The Fall > Pavement any day.
@Syaoranoni I love them both and agree with all you said
Surely "Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a form of office"
I love, "made with the highest British attention to the wrong detail". Pavement of all bands had the nerve to cover this on a Peel Session no less. John said it made an old man very happy, namely, him. It was pretty good.
My favorite comes from an interview I read w/ Pavement saying how they covered this live and S.M. apparently ended the song stating, "He hates us...he hates us." Very funny. It is also funny how much shit Pavement receives for being Fall sound alikes and how much more popular they are than The Fall. I love them both, just saying. (There are two Pavement comments out of four for this song).
Brilliant tune...I agree that this band is criminally over(under?)looked in the grand scheme of indie/post-punk fandom of all ages. Mark E. Smith deserves a medal for his dedication and excellence in a field with never was' and never will be's. I can't believe how many so-called punk/indie/post-punk fans i talk to that have no idea who The Fall are. They are the scene, they are no scene, they have no scene.
'Conduit for Sale' indeed.