Time Destroys its Plan at the Reactionary Table

quite nice interpretation, though some parts i'd make out otherwise, for example:

"bring the cautionary tales to reactionary table"

"the angry bear" (instead of angry bed:)

"for their buddies and their babies and their hometown pushers"

and i always understand "i mean" instead of "have been" in the chorus, but of course, your interpretation makes much more sense. though the lines "i mean living in this world / i mean eating in this world / i mean breathing in this world/ rain on, rain on, rain on" affect me much more, it's like all the chaos and absurdity of the world is being conveyed through this chorus. i always listen to it in a volume that's going to rip up my eardrums :)

anyway, The Golden River is a masterpiece, one of the best records i've ever heard. i keep listening to it almost daily since i discovered it, and it has been for about three months now! :) i just can't understand, why such an amazing band is being so overlooked. no hype like around their canadian fellows Arcade Fire or Wolf Parade, though i think they're much bigger... there is so much awesome music coming from Canada nowadays, i think i'm going to move there :)

Yes, Canada has plenty of great bands. I'm an aspiring Canadian musician.

Man ALL the lyrics for Frog Eyes on this site are way way way off.

i don't understand for the life of me why they're all wrong, i can understand him PERFECTLY

here's what i've got to try to fill in the rest of the song.

oh billy come on, oh cause i've heard your hundredth song and though i liked the tale of the millionaires that constructed the fine bolts and put the buildings in the air billy come on, oh come and sing your hundredth song. bring cautionary tales to the reactionary table, ha-ha!

granted your songs have been living in this world have been eating in this world have been breathing in this world rain on, rain on, rain on

i find it unacceptable i've made concessions to the world to the running of the world to the turning of the world can beneath me burn

billy was a girl, but he couldn't tie his curls but the praxis breaks the angry bear the lover in the wood lives on common care billy come on, oh in the echoing morning calm try to find your breath and breathe the air for the troupe of sellers and millionaries

billy come on, oh like a population bursts from your songs for the birdies and the babies and the downtown pushers please billy, ha-ha!

granted your lungs have been sucking in this world have been breathing in this world have been lying in this world rain on, rain on, rain on

i find it unacceptable that you keep singing to the world and keep lying in the world and keep crushing everybody's heads and what everybody (oh) thinks about rain on, rain on, rain on

keep ringing on the rail, the wrong, the wrong keep singing to the wrong, to the wrong, to the song singers singing bring it fucking on and on and on

this set of millionaires that burst the tale and ripped the hair the final fate of lies, dear the final fare and sail

as far as i can tell, this song is about modern industrial society ("millionaires who constructed the fine bolts and put the buildings in the air"), themes also found elsewhere on the golden river, like in "one in six children will flee in boats."

the plight of the millionaires may make a good story, and they may have made seemingly great accomplishments, but it serves as a cautionary tale, as it was always destined to fail. no one does or can do anything about it; even people who are passionately opposed lose heart ("the praxis breaks the angry bear"), and some live their lives within the system, not necessarily agreeing with it, but doing nothing to change it ("the lover in the wood lives on common care"). billy goes around glorifying this system and spreading his propaganda, preventing people from thinking on their own.

it may be frustrating, but in the end it all has to break down, and at the very least it can serve as a warning.