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The Pooka Sings Lyrics
Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes!
Your dry and desperate tongue
You've told a lie! a lie! a lie!
For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung
Do we believe in devils? No.
Winged men? The healing pow'r of love? No.
Enchantment? Social justice? No.
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No.
Then why are all these songs about the things that don't exist?
Do not resist! You'll burn these lies tonight and never let them live
Oh, stoke the fire, you'll burn these words tonight
I cannot let them live
The Pooka wings away
His power o'er me's at an end
And I put down the violin
I leave it down, never again!
Your dry and desperate tongue
You've told a lie! a lie! a lie!
For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung
Do we believe in devils? No.
Winged men? The healing pow'r of love? No.
Enchantment? Social justice? No.
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No.
Then why are all these songs about the things that don't exist?
Do not resist! You'll burn these lies tonight and never let them live
Oh, stoke the fire, you'll burn these words tonight
I cannot let them live
His power o'er me's at an end
And I put down the violin
I leave it down, never again!
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the beginning of this... no... the entire song... it's haunting
Ghostly. Very beautiful.
One of the most frustrating songs to sing along with, yet one of the most frustratingly, confusingly beautiful. The beginning? Suspenseful, wraithlike, substantially sparse. The middle benefits from a piano accompaniment that slowly crescendoes, then, fades, then comes back, like waves. Then, the album ends too soon.
One interview claims this song is a sort of "disclaimer" where Owen Pallett claims that all he has said has nothing to do with his personal beliefs, or something along these lines. The pooka's a magical Irish creature, a sort of shapeshifting creature of myth. Google the Wikipedia page.
The Pooka wings away His power o'er me's at an end And I put down the violin I leave it down, never again!
oh god. this song is just arresting. does he even know he's written some of the most beautiful music masquerading as indie?
This song remembers me of the dark vibe in Tim Burton films; Johnny Depp wearing black, gray paved streets, sad silent people with dark clothes passing by, cold dark colours everywhere. So sad, so haunting. The repeating melody comes back to your mind at the first moments after you
ve just woke up in the morning, when your minds quite empty.I love the sigh before "your dry and desperate tongue". I think its partly about giving up your dreams because theyre too weird to be accepted by others. The audience force you to be what youre not. Then youve changed and theres no way back.You can never be the one you used to be. Its sad,like being murdered while you`re compeletly innocent.