In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Off to the funeral making cola knots
We sit and reminisce about the past
And in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
Second generation blues or points of view not listened to
Different worlds and different rules of allegiance
Clinging to her Bible and her scapular
And the memory of the way things were
I do not see hope I cannot smile
I burn with anger all the time
We all read what they did to the black boy
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?
I walk this mountain tired of lunity and belligerence
This told me what a flat wave is getting me down
I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman today
And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off the feet of every ballerina I can
So I decide
I decide
I pretend that there's nothing wrong
The teeth of this world take me home and every day
I must ask myself, where, where, where
Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
We sit and reminisce about the past
And in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
Second generation blues or points of view not listened to
Different worlds and different rules of allegiance
Clinging to her Bible and her scapular
And the memory of the way things were
I do not see hope I cannot smile
I burn with anger all the time
We all read what they did to the black boy
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?
I walk this mountain tired of lunity and belligerence
This told me what a flat wave is getting me down
I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman today
And break the fingers of every old judge to cut off the feet of every ballerina I can
So I decide
I decide
I pretend that there's nothing wrong
The teeth of this world take me home and every day
I must ask myself, where, where, where
Where is it?
Where is home?
Where is it?
Where is home?
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
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I can't help but feel like a patronising, opinionated bastard on this website...so here goes.
The and third verse are about the death of an older female relative, the singer's connection to 'the past' i.e. the first generation immigrant's to Britain (although no specific country is mentioned explicitly)
The chorus throughout deals with the singer's and from my experience, most second generation minority group's problem of identity. Being aligned with two, often very separate ideologies and values. "Clinging to her bible and her scapular", "Different worlds and different rules"
(Referencing this back to myself again, sorry) The lines "We all learn, what they did To the black race" reminds me of learning about the holocaust in school, being Jewish, there was a certain awkwardness which I felt. The causal, often unknowing racism which I encountered whilst being taught about this was a marked contrast with the way which the holocaust was talked about at home.
"I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman To break the fingers of every old judge To cut off the feet of every ballerina" - This verse seems to have come from nowhere, but the singer is articulating the inarticulate hate he he "burn[s] with...all the time".
And someone else can do the rest. I think I've gone a bit ott here.