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"
When father bought the farm
We sold the farm
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
Sold his ghost as an antique
To the city
And, kids today can't hold a spade
Rest in peace your weary trades
In this world there is no place,
Such a pity
Well, the barman shakes his head
And fills my glass
Says we're living in the past
Why preserve a dying craft?
End its mis'ry
We sigh and say, "Another modern man
One of property not land"
So, I'll hold out this battered hand
Will you listen?
Come sit down; we're lamenting
About yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in me whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Sweet home was home
So you say you've got a wood stove in your second home
Runs on gas but looks like oak
Hell, it even gives off smoke
And glowing embers
There's a quilt hung on the wall - reads "Home, Sweet Home"
Below some wise words from Thoreau
And they call me throwback when I cry
"Remember!"
Come sit down; we're lamenting
About yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in me whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Sweet home was home
Son, these tools are artifacts
Endangered species left its tracks
So, lock me up behind plastic glass
In the city
There's no going back for me
This antique's rustic eulogy
Shall be sold as folk artistry
Such a pity
But, I'll never understand
Why they all long to use those hands
To build a stead that will always stand
In old time country
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
Paper ceilings, padded floors
Luxury boxes where you're stored
In what was country
Ah, come sit down; we're lamenting
About yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in me whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Another round
We're lamenting about yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in your whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Sweet home was home
We sold the farm
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
Sold his ghost as an antique
To the city
And, kids today can't hold a spade
Rest in peace your weary trades
In this world there is no place,
Such a pity
Well, the barman shakes his head
And fills my glass
Says we're living in the past
Why preserve a dying craft?
End its mis'ry
We sigh and say, "Another modern man
One of property not land"
So, I'll hold out this battered hand
Will you listen?
Come sit down; we're lamenting
About yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in me whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Sweet home was home
So you say you've got a wood stove in your second home
Runs on gas but looks like oak
Hell, it even gives off smoke
And glowing embers
There's a quilt hung on the wall - reads "Home, Sweet Home"
Below some wise words from Thoreau
And they call me throwback when I cry
"Remember!"
Come sit down; we're lamenting
About yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in me whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Sweet home was home
Son, these tools are artifacts
Endangered species left its tracks
So, lock me up behind plastic glass
In the city
There's no going back for me
This antique's rustic eulogy
Shall be sold as folk artistry
Such a pity
But, I'll never understand
Why they all long to use those hands
To build a stead that will always stand
In old time country
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
Paper ceilings, padded floors
Luxury boxes where you're stored
In what was country
Ah, come sit down; we're lamenting
About yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in me whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Another round
We're lamenting about yesterday's sad ending
'Bout the water in your whiskey
The brass passed off as gold
Another round
We're descending into old time mem'ry
Of a day when wood was wooden
Silver silver, gold was gold
Sweet home was home
Lyrics submitted by ricecracker420, edited by IngrishyHorn
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a few corrections, mostly just me nit-picking:
line 12: why preserve a dieing craft and it's misery? line 13: we sigh and say another modern man line 16: come sit down where the men tell line 29: below some wise words from thoreau line 31: come sit down where the men tell line 44: shall be sold as folk artistry such a pity line 50: come sit down where the men tell
at least this is what it sounds like he's saying to me, i'm not erik so i guess i can't be sure that i'm 100% right.
i'm actually pretty sure the chorus goes: "come sit down, we're lamenting."
and not "come sit down where the men tell"
lamenting actually means expressing grief or regret. which i think fits quite well in the song.
but "...where the men tell" could work.
It's just when i try to hear that, i keep hearing a "-ting" sound towards the end of the word.
idk idk.
It is lamenting.
alright finally fixed, i posted these lyrics becuse i coudn't find any and wrote it while i was listening to the song for like the third time now it has to be one of my favorites
It's also "While the barman shakes his head and fills my glass, says we're livin' in the past". And also, "We sigh and SEE another modern man." <br /> <br /> Such a ridiculously good lyricist.
OK... here's my line by line -- but I could be way off:
When dad passed away, we sold the family farm. We sold the land that he toiled away on for housing developments to be built. Our generation are not farmers.
Farming itself is a dying tradition.
There really is no place for it in today's society.
While the bartender fills my glass, he says we're living in the past Why preserve the antiquated tradition of farming? End it's misery.
We sigh and say that our generation no longer values land as anything more than property.
We're lamenting about yesterday...
So you say you've got this fancy new fake wood stove in your second home.
They really designed that sucker to mimic an actual antique wood stove.
And then you've got up this home sweet home banner, along with a quote from Thoreau. And they call ME a throwback when I cry remember??? Essentially, you've created this fake environment in your second home to make it seem quaint and rustic as your way of reminiscing about the past. But I'm looking at our fields and rangelands as my reminder of the past -- a past which is ever fading away by an encroaching city.
Son, these tools (farm tools?) are artifacts... no longer useful, obsolete. We (the farmers?) are an endangered species leaving our tracks. Even we are getting locked up in the urban environment of the city.
Once that happens, there's no going back.
Farming is essentially dead.
Except when it's sold for its kitschy/touristy values (wine tasting, dude ranches, etc.)
But I'll never understand why they'll always keep building houses out in the country for the people who want to get out of the city -- but what they're really building is cheap tract housing. Big, fancy boxes where you are stored in what was once the agriculturally dominant country.
Wow.....