My Soft and Deep

I don't know anything factually, but I think I've put together the gist of a song about a man falling in love with a depressed girl. Mostly assumed from my own meandering experiences in life and listening to the Matches for longer then I care to admit.

Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs, tactile little heart of tacks - the girl wears her heart on her sleeve and it's been punctured a few times, I offer some weak encouragement. The more you lick, the more I chap - they kiss allot You've a head like a postcard rack - but she kisses many people

So try this trick and spin it Spin again, my Surfer Rosa All the while the world is whirling The morning tilts closer - we listened to the Pixies all night

Your eyelids keep secrets Your eyelids keep secrets - there's something your not telling me My soft and deep - she's gentle but "deep" or mysterious While you sleep no, no secrets - I don't like secrets

(total guess this one) Blowing bubbles with nicotine gum - living on the edge Kiss me below the seatbelt line - she gives me a present :D On the roof with a toothpick flag - I'm so happy I'd wave a little flag from the rooftops Take your broken wings and learn to sigh - but I still wish you'd learn to accept the good with the bad

In the half life of balloons - we take some Laughing gas We will measure how our hairs grow - natural opiate rushes are awesome We lie curled like question marks - natural opiate rushes are really awesome Drifting off on pheromones - especially when we're together

I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck - lol, ever tried to go to the loo at night without waking your GF? cannot be done! Ever I'll watch you sleep Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in - there's not much I can do but I'll try (ref. to some nice gesture I guess) My soft and deep No, no secrets

I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck Ever wrought, you sleep - Wrought: (of metals) beaten out or shaped by hammering. Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in

i love the pixies references..

first off, Im pretty sure it says "the more you lick the more I chap", "you've a head like a post card rack", "we lie curled like question marks" and "kiss me below the seatbelt light" Im pretty sure thats what the bands guitar tech said.

one of my favorite lines would have to be "In the half life of balloons We will measure how our hairs grow" I think of the balloon representing childhood, and either meaning they will grow older, but still always be like kids, or, kind of like how a balloon deflates after some time, measuring age strictly on how much kid they have left in them. I'm not sure how much sense any of that made, haha.

How glam is this song?

How glam is this song?

i've always pictured a girl sleeping with her eyes wide open. your eyelids keep secrets.. when you sleep, no no secrets. yeah? idk.

as for meaning.. don't ask me. yet anyway.

i always pictured a person dead "Ever I'll watch you sleep Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in My soft and deep No, no secrets"

and i thought he murdered her because of a secret affair or something because of the nicotine gum and "kiss me below to seatbelt line" line

he did it because she was two faced and going to talk "tactile little heart of tacks The more you lick, the more I chap You've a head like a postcard rack"

and then the pheromones part can also like she sending signals to others or i dunno crap...

"Seatbelt line" is supposed to be "Seatbelt light". Freakin a. WATCH SALTY EYES MUSIC VIDEO!! 'tis the most amazing thing you will ever lay eyes on.

i know the girl this song is written about.

what about the story of a deprived old (half life of balloons) perv (i creep with the grace of an ice cream truck) that's got this fixation (ever i'll watch you sleep) on a girl at a bar one night, drugged her drink (all the while the world is whirling), and took her home, to enjoy his "soft and deep".... if you know what i mean, but whatever, everyone sees different shit so have fun!