Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
We've left our homes
For the dusty road
Though it weighed us down
To go
Now, see, burning in the sun
Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up
And never chewed
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you
The change that we don't see
Is happening to me
Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
It is green, it is damp
By the burning lamp
Of the woods, of the hills
Of our homes
Oh, how I long, for the things I have
For the burden I don't own
Do I know, how to please your head
Pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back
The day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
For the dusty road
Though it weighed us down
To go
Now, see, burning in the sun
Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up
And never chewed
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you
The change that we don't see
Is happening to me
Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
It is green, it is damp
By the burning lamp
Of the woods, of the hills
Of our homes
Oh, how I long, for the things I have
For the burden I don't own
Do I know, how to please your head
Pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back
The day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
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Lots of incorrect lyrics in this, not to mention its called "Hill of our home". Here's how I hear it..
We've left our homes For the dusty road Though it weighed us down To go
Now, see, we're burning in the sun Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up And never chewed Though we still roll along this hill
The change that we don't see Is happening to me Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark In the big black heart Of the wood, of the hill Of our home
We are out of our depth And our width and breadth We are out of the pan and the fire
It is green, it is damp By the burning lamp Of the woods, of the hills Of our home
Oh, how I long, for the things I have For the burden I don't own
Do I know, how to please your head Pour the contents back, when you're spilling from my bed
The day is worn, and the spark won't come New sore in my chest
It is cold, it is dark In the big black heart Of the wood, of the hill Of our home
We are out of our depth And our width and breadth We are out of the pan And the fire
Oh, you, the husband of the wife I know you are watching Oh, you, the husband of the wife I know you are watching
i love this song...the sitar solo is wonderful. i'm still iffy on what it all means...maybe young people trying to break away and leave home. Their parents aren't helping them, but just watching them leave and waiting for them to fail.
just a thought...