Early in the morning where there used to be a stream
Is a tiny business lake
Don't let the cattails fool you
Down in the bottom where nothing is born
Sleeps a silver dollar with your face thereon
Wish I could trace the frowning compass of your minds
Drop the mercury down the Roman drain and summon mines
Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
They'll steal your patents for the sun
And you'll feel extinction
When you see your face on their money
Laid in the heavens that are already bought
Sleeps a red planet in a galaxy of your lion's thoughts
On the surface of your tender unintended machine
Is there a buckle knuckle kneel on a carpet of lion's tongues
Wish I could stand in the spray of the cliff of your sweet revenge
Ocean of naked serrated marble crushing in
Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
They'll steal your patents for the sun
And you'll feel extinction
Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
Your wounds the main road into London
You'll feel extinction
When you see your face on their money
Last lion of Albion
The last she-wolf to mother Rome
The last virgin to wash ashore
You'll feel extinction
Last lion of Albion
The last of the Mohicans gone
The last cedars of Lebanon
You'll feel extinction
Last lion of Albion
Last tiger of Tasmania
The last she-wolf to suckle Rome
You'll feel extinction
When you see your face
Face on their money
Is a tiny business lake
Don't let the cattails fool you
Down in the bottom where nothing is born
Sleeps a silver dollar with your face thereon
Wish I could trace the frowning compass of your minds
Drop the mercury down the Roman drain and summon mines
Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
They'll steal your patents for the sun
And you'll feel extinction
When you see your face on their money
Laid in the heavens that are already bought
Sleeps a red planet in a galaxy of your lion's thoughts
On the surface of your tender unintended machine
Is there a buckle knuckle kneel on a carpet of lion's tongues
Wish I could stand in the spray of the cliff of your sweet revenge
Ocean of naked serrated marble crushing in
Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
They'll steal your patents for the sun
And you'll feel extinction
Last lion of Albion
They'll use you for centuries to come
Your wounds the main road into London
You'll feel extinction
When you see your face on their money
Last lion of Albion
The last she-wolf to mother Rome
The last virgin to wash ashore
You'll feel extinction
Last lion of Albion
The last of the Mohicans gone
The last cedars of Lebanon
You'll feel extinction
Last lion of Albion
Last tiger of Tasmania
The last she-wolf to suckle Rome
You'll feel extinction
When you see your face
Face on their money
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Here is my theory (a-hem!):
The song is written from the point of view of a family dog, an aging dog who is facing death but knows he has served his people well and faithfully and is ready, if necessary to die.
clues: i am an animal and cannot explain my life
down this chain
if death should smell my breathing
relation means nothing
i wished to stay among my people.
Plus Neko is a major animal person.
I also see it as a stance of independence and individuality and the idea that one is in complete control of their path in life. In the second verse, we see the independence. Much like a mirror of what transcendentalists would hold near and dear to them. Being able to depend entirely upon ones own being and not needing others to fulfil their hapiness but instead rejoicing in individuality. In the thrid verse, Neko talks of death. She portrays a fearlessness in dying at that very moment. And that even in her death, she still "owns every bell" that would toll her away.
All of this is based purely on opinion and what I take from this song. It remains one of my favorite Neko songs.
But Sweet.
as it passes beneath my window
let it lead me trembling, trembling
I love those lines so much... God, she can sing.
bells=death, beckoning.
I wonder about the meaning of 'Relation now means nothing'