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"
Smells like autumn smells like leaves,
you don’t know that you’ll rust and not belong so much and then get left alone.
Suck it up take a ride and take a walk.
Don’t you know that old folks homes smell so much like my own.
The Hotcha girls at the Palisades dime store keets…
Pretty birds…
Pretty mouths.
Mamas little truck stop rose,
Her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
Casting shadows throwing sparks.
(The mail came from miles away, the postal man is always late, and we wait.)
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun…
The clipper ship across you chest.
(Glass eyes and the wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep and it waits to awake.)
Turns out the pony only had one trick,
A wink for the truck stop boys.
(Tight lipped with a big ‘ol mouth, the government workers all headed south while it rained.)
They learned it all from the Polaroids.
Smells like autumn smells like leaves
you don’t know that you’ll rust and not belong so much and then get left alone.
Suck it up take a ride and take a walk.
Don’t you know that old folks homes smell so much like my own home.
Time bend light,
Paints all feeling.
Wait outside,
Take four rights.
The Hotcha girls at the Palisades dime store keets
pretty birds…
pretty mouths…
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth.
The engines rusted in deep deep sleep…
it waits.
The mail came from miles away,
the postal man is always late, and we wait.
Tight lipped with a big ‘ol mouth,
the government workers all headed south while it rained.
Glassy eyes and the wooden teeth,
the engine rusted in deep deep sleep.
And it waits, and it waits, and it waits, to awake.
you don’t know that you’ll rust and not belong so much and then get left alone.
Suck it up take a ride and take a walk.
Don’t you know that old folks homes smell so much like my own.
The Hotcha girls at the Palisades dime store keets…
Pretty birds…
Pretty mouths.
Mamas little truck stop rose,
Her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
Casting shadows throwing sparks.
(The mail came from miles away, the postal man is always late, and we wait.)
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun…
The clipper ship across you chest.
(Glass eyes and the wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep and it waits to awake.)
Turns out the pony only had one trick,
A wink for the truck stop boys.
(Tight lipped with a big ‘ol mouth, the government workers all headed south while it rained.)
They learned it all from the Polaroids.
Smells like autumn smells like leaves
you don’t know that you’ll rust and not belong so much and then get left alone.
Suck it up take a ride and take a walk.
Don’t you know that old folks homes smell so much like my own home.
Time bend light,
Paints all feeling.
Wait outside,
Take four rights.
The Hotcha girls at the Palisades dime store keets
pretty birds…
pretty mouths…
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth.
The engines rusted in deep deep sleep…
it waits.
The mail came from miles away,
the postal man is always late, and we wait.
Tight lipped with a big ‘ol mouth,
the government workers all headed south while it rained.
Glassy eyes and the wooden teeth,
the engine rusted in deep deep sleep.
And it waits, and it waits, and it waits, to awake.
Lyrics submitted by untied_shoelaces
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beautiful. if you haven't heard it, download it.
this song is truly beatiful and amazing. tells a story, just being young, and being in this deep deep sleep just waiting to wake up
Hearing this song brings me to tears. It reminds me of old friends that you don't talk to anymore. oooh, the good times.
amazing song, so simple yet so meaningful. It reminds me of the simplicity of childhood and not wanting to grow older but you have to "suck it up" because aging is inevitable.
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth. The engines rusted in deep deep sleep� it waits.
What do you guys take from that line? What do you think its saying about the Hotcha girls?
Brings me closer to who I maybe was as a young girl. Trafficked to truckers in a shitty Midwest town.
It's true, things like sex trafficking are times around government workers or other buyers roll through. Just like any other business when prospective clients are around.
"Momma's little truck stop rose. Her dancey feet, her happy laugh..."