One hand on this wily comet
Take a drink just to give me some weight
Some uber-man I'd make
I'm barely a vapor
They shone a chlorine light on
A host of individual sins
Let's carve my aging face off
Fetch us a knife
Start with my eyes
Down so the lines
Form a grimacing smile
Close your eyes to corral a virtue
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard
To cement a failure
We can blow on our thumbs and posture
But the lonely are such delicate things
The wind from a wasp could blow them
Into the sea
With stones on their feet
Lost to the light and the loving we need
Still to come
The worst part and you know it
There is a numbness
In your heart and it's growing
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones
I click my heels
Get the devils in line
A list of things I could lay the blame on
Might give me a way out
But with each turn
It's this front and center
Like a dart stuck square in your eye
Every post you can hitch your faith on
Is a pie in the sky
Chock full of lies
A tool we devise
To make sinking stones fly
And still to come
The worst part and you know it
There is a numbness
In your heart and it's growing
Take a drink just to give me some weight
Some uber-man I'd make
I'm barely a vapor
They shone a chlorine light on
A host of individual sins
Let's carve my aging face off
Fetch us a knife
Start with my eyes
Down so the lines
Form a grimacing smile
Close your eyes to corral a virtue
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard
To cement a failure
We can blow on our thumbs and posture
But the lonely are such delicate things
The wind from a wasp could blow them
Into the sea
With stones on their feet
Lost to the light and the loving we need
Still to come
The worst part and you know it
There is a numbness
In your heart and it's growing
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones
I click my heels
Get the devils in line
A list of things I could lay the blame on
Might give me a way out
But with each turn
It's this front and center
Like a dart stuck square in your eye
Every post you can hitch your faith on
Is a pie in the sky
Chock full of lies
A tool we devise
To make sinking stones fly
And still to come
The worst part and you know it
There is a numbness
In your heart and it's growing
Lyrics submitted by heyheyhey111, edited by stainlesspork
A Comet Appears Lyrics as written by James Mercer
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I don't think our protagonist is writing as an uberman or has fully accepted Nietzsche. The "some uberman I'd make" indicates that it's not quite working for him. And I don't think the "pie in the sky" line really is directed at religion, alone. I don't think it was particularly hard for our protagonist to do away with religion as Nietzsche did. But Nietzsche was very concerned with, after that, avoiding the descent into nihilism. That is what his famous "abyss" quote is about. Nietzsche certainly struggled with the abyss of nihilism, but his philosophy purportedly offers a way out of or around the abyss -- a way to meaning in life or a way to create meaning. But a lot of Nietzsche readers are not convinced. Neither was our protagonist. The meaning that Nietzsche offers is a pie in the sky, too. The protagonist wishes that he could find solace in such a philosophy, that he could be an ubermensch creating meaning, but he is unable. He is unable to escape the numbness of nihilism. The protagonist was never really sold on religion, but now he has realize that its replacements are pies in the sky as well. The "worst part and you know it," the truth, is that life really is crushingly meaningless. We continue on, but we know that in the backs of our minds.
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. We have killed him---you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. (fordham.edu/halsall/mod/…)
In this parable, the planet is unhinged. No longer is God, or, as Heidegger suggested, metaphysics, an option for us. We are without a ground to stand out, like a boat out at sea with no compass. To Nietzsche, this should be freeing for the uber-man, but the speaker in "A Comet Appears" is not an uber-man. He is not comforted by nihilism. Instead, he sees a comet (the title of the song), a ground on which to stand, perhaps, but he can't hold on. Every attempt is another attempt at believing in God or some other external metaphysic to justify a certain type of behavior: "Every post you can hitch your faith on / Is a pie in the sky / Chock full of lies / A tool we devise / To make sinking stones fly." The post is the comet is God-- there is nothing to anchor us, but we keep attaching ourselves to finite things "to make sinking stones fly," or in other words, to do what we know is impossible.
"And still to come, / The worst part and you know it," sings the speaker-- This is death, but the speaker can't even mention the word. It only reaffirms our limits. How do we overcome nihilism, the song asks, but it doesn't know the answer.
The "they" in "They shone a chlorine light one..." is "the church," or I suppose just organized religion in general. The church makes a huge fuss about "a host of individual 'sins' " (homosexuality, pre-marital sex, etc.), but ignore the real problems in the world.
Close your eyes to corral a virtue (a reference to prayer)
Is this fooling anyone else? (author's realization what a crock at all is, and wondering how people could seriously buy into this stuff)
Never worked so long and hard
To cement a failure
(A lot of kids growing up cling to the stuff they are taught in church, because it is the only "meaning" they can see. As they grow up they start to see it all for what it is, but try "long and hard" to cling to it anyways, because it's all they've got. But the author has obviously not held on, despite how "long and hard" he tried).
We can blow on our thumbs and posture, (Another reference to prayer, and just religious gestures in general [one's thumbs would typically be near one's mouth during prayer, especially if you're silently speaking into your hands, thinking you're speaking to God] Author is saying - hey, you can pray and otherwise "posture" as if you've got the answer all you want - )
But the lonely are such delicate things
The wind from a wasp could blow them
Into the sea
With stones on their feet
Lost to the light and the loving we need.
[But the human condition is such a lonely one, that it's easy to push people into religion or for them simply to fall into it - people are so desperate for answers that "the wind from a wasp" could blow them into it. But, clearly the author believes that religion is not the answer people need - and once they're in and they THINK they have THE ANSWER - one they can cling to....they are forever 'sunk' so to speak ("stones on their feet") - forever lost to the quest for a legitimate answer to the human condition, and forever lost to the "loving" that humanity really needs)
But yeah, like I said.....I see a few more references to religion thrown in here and there throughout the song....but either way, this is a fantastic analysis of a very beautiful and very sad song.
But, to each their own. Any interpretation is just as good as another.
Personally, this song reminds me a lot of the poem "Thanatopsis" by William Cullen Bryant.
I heard this on Pandora, and while I've heard of the Shins and vaguely remember the video for "Phantom Limb," I never properly got into them. Obviously that's changed right quick, thanks to this song and your amazing interpretation!
I had to at least try and let you know how much I dig what you've written here. Of course for all I know, you've completely forgotten about this site or even this particular song, but I couldn't let it be. So although I may only be speaking into the faceless, unfeeling oblivion of the internet, it still doesn't make it any less true...
So yeah. Thanks for the insight. You gave someone a little something to think on in the middle of the void when you wrote this, all the way back in 2007 :)
thank you.. really great interpretation and analysis
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