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.
The league of extraordinary nobodies was filmed in front of a live studio audience
I just counted in my head how many people in this room
I'm talking to that I would never give the time
Here we are all being vain and looking at ourselves in mirrors
Very closely nodding straight up in a line
All the funny little stories that are told
Are being fueled by what amounts to nothing more than minor crime
But I'm a whore and I'm exploring territory
Where the party and the pussy both are numbered with a dime
I've been thinkin' that this frozen glow I've chosen
Is a candidate to lead me to a very sudden end
Another room up in the tombs, an ugly substance
Where the grave diggers are shoveling that dirt up in her heads
The very fact is that I'm sitting here with zombies talking endlessly
But couldn't tell you one thing that was said
I get surrounded by the friendliest of strangers
Who would sooner kill themselves, than give a fuck if I were dead
I just realized the tragedy of this is that her hand is on my leg
And she so clearly wants to fuck (oh fuck)
I know I'm wide, and I would certainly oblige
I can't continue getting high and then confusing it for lust
I'm not an angel, but the baggie we unfolded
And just split to give a lick is dripping at me colored rust
And you seem nice, but I still hate you for the moment
'Cause I'm too smart to be open, this is artificial trust
I've been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore
We've run the gamut of our filth
But here I am again, pretending spontaneity exists
With idiots all lifted out there on no gills
Aren't you disturbed that everything you did tonight
Is something else you did already and its meaning is still nil
And all the people in your presence are just weapons
It's just simple as the theory that the dying love to kill
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody here is so alive
Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
You would tell me if I was crazy, right?
I've been wondering how arrogant it is for me
To keep doing the things that killed so many that we know (no, no, no)
I've been noticing how quickly motherfuckers have the answers to existence
Just as soon as someone goes (go, go, go)
We change the channel for a week or so of cleansing and reflecting on ourselves
But then it's back to that old show (it's a show)
I hear the cackles of the crowd, they're laughing at us
And we haven't even gotten to the part where it's a joke
I just counted in my head how many people in this room
I'm talking to that I would never give the time
Here we are all being vain and looking at ourselves in mirrors
Very closely nodding straight up in a line
All the funny little stories that are told
Are being fueled by what amounts to nothing more than minor crime
But I'm a whore and I'm exploring territory
Where the party and the pussy both are numbered with a dime
I've been thinkin' that this frozen glow I've chosen
Is a candidate to lead me to a very sudden end
Another room up in the tombs, an ugly substance
Where the grave diggers are shoveling that dirt up in her heads
The very fact is that I'm sitting here with zombies talking endlessly
But couldn't tell you one thing that was said
I get surrounded by the friendliest of strangers
Who would sooner kill themselves, than give a fuck if I were dead
I just realized the tragedy of this is that her hand is on my leg
And she so clearly wants to fuck (oh fuck)
I know I'm wide, and I would certainly oblige
I can't continue getting high and then confusing it for lust
I'm not an angel, but the baggie we unfolded
And just split to give a lick is dripping at me colored rust
And you seem nice, but I still hate you for the moment
'Cause I'm too smart to be open, this is artificial trust
I've been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore
We've run the gamut of our filth
But here I am again, pretending spontaneity exists
With idiots all lifted out there on no gills
Aren't you disturbed that everything you did tonight
Is something else you did already and its meaning is still nil
And all the people in your presence are just weapons
It's just simple as the theory that the dying love to kill
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody here is so alive
Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
You would tell me if I was crazy, right?
I've been wondering how arrogant it is for me
To keep doing the things that killed so many that we know (no, no, no)
I've been noticing how quickly motherfuckers have the answers to existence
Just as soon as someone goes (go, go, go)
We change the channel for a week or so of cleansing and reflecting on ourselves
But then it's back to that old show (it's a show)
I hear the cackles of the crowd, they're laughing at us
And we haven't even gotten to the part where it's a joke
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