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Drop It Doe Eyes Lyrics
You expected my war diaries, but time ran out and I, I let you down
A small thanks note written in French is no shorthand for "this thing gave me writer's cramp"
Another dream about shapeshifting
Well we move with such elegance, with such grace
With all our dignity just in place
Deer die with their eyes wide open, eyes wide open, eyes wide open
Deer die with their eyes wide open
Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons to get across the sense of impending doom
And the leaves like the artwork to major leagues look like dead foxes on the hard shoulder
And for some reason I think that I attributed this story to the bypass of the town I hadn't visited, so goes the backing track of all the sighs we'd ever sighed
Deer die with their eyes wide open, eyes wide open, eyes wide open
Deer die with their eyes wide open
Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons to get across the sense of impending doom and I am 17 pages through this notebook now and there are little more than pictures of how I see you in an X-ray machine
That's more like a television screen
And you're in a rut, and I know that you know what I mean
And then the realisation hits that not even two gospel choirs could save us now
Turn up on your doorstep
Feeling like roadkill
Tasting like postage stamps
And when I touch you
You fold up like an envelope
With everything I ever wrote
Pouring out of your mouth.
A small thanks note written in French is no shorthand for "this thing gave me writer's cramp"
Well we move with such elegance, with such grace
With all our dignity just in place
Deer die with their eyes wide open
And the leaves like the artwork to major leagues look like dead foxes on the hard shoulder
And for some reason I think that I attributed this story to the bypass of the town I hadn't visited, so goes the backing track of all the sighs we'd ever sighed
Deer die with their eyes wide open
That's more like a television screen
And you're in a rut, and I know that you know what I mean
And then the realisation hits that not even two gospel choirs could save us now
Feeling like roadkill
Tasting like postage stamps
And when I touch you
You fold up like an envelope
With everything I ever wrote
Pouring out of your mouth.
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According to Gareth Campesinos himself: http://www.drownedinsound.com/articles/2967404
This is a song about a long-distance relationship which I had, and the negative feelings that began to come as the relationship reached its close, as nothing seems to be good enough for each other and the end is clearly in sight. When the happy anticipation of seeing my then girlfriend had been replaced by the fear of a difficult weekend. The night previous to one such visit I had a dream that I was a deer. The next day, en route to her house, I saw a dead deer in the side of the road. Pretty deep, huh?
"And the leaves like the artwork to major leagues look like dead foxes on the hard shoulder"
i just suddenly realised 'major leagues' refers to the pavement EP and song. i hadn't known the artwork before but seeing:
http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/Sources/AMGCOVERS/music/cover200/drd600/d660/d660161q88g.jpg
makes the lyric make much more sense.
Deer literally die with their eyes open. I think the significance of that incorporated into the title and chorus is that things are changing and the other person is acting like they are dead inside. They are saying 'drop it' in what seems to me an annoyed tone. It's saying that even though it was supposed to be simple, painless, "in shorthand", the whole thing was drawn out too much and left the narrator with "writer's cramp." The skeletons foreshadow what is going to happen while the narrator dreams of better things.
Fantastic song, and I can't compete with Gareth's meaning.
I'm pretty sure it's 'dissing my postage stamps' too.