A short delay, the parrot blues
Little voices mimic you
It's not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back, the Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will, they'll find you out
And when they do, look out
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's going to break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well that's my fault
A bitch in heat, the alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came like summer rain
It washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon we drunk dialed
Those starving children, they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Hello, patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface rolls
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go?
Alone
Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mandala destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
Because it did not happen
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's going to break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you love me, then that's your fault
There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's going to fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you, well that's my fault
Little voices mimic you
It's not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back, the Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will, they'll find you out
And when they do, look out
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's going to break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well that's my fault
A bitch in heat, the alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came like summer rain
It washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon we drunk dialed
Those starving children, they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Hello, patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface rolls
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go?
Alone
Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mandala destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
Because it did not happen
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's going to break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you love me, then that's your fault
There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's going to fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you, well that's my fault
Lyrics submitted by jethrothekid
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dear Conor is talking about a moment where a whole complex entity is destroyed. Like the practice of making a Mandala from tiny rocks, which is magnificently rich and detailed, for a whole year by Buddhist monks - which then destroy it in a second, only to begin a new one the next day.
I think there are also underlying themes of revolution and the need for rapid change. (the starving children, flamingos in mall=decadence?, and obviously Jeanne d'Arc - but watch out if you're openly critical because they will burn you at the stake if they find out)
I think that () word is mandala because it's a sacred image that is often drawn with colored sand. Tibetan Buddhists spend months drawing elaborate mandalas and at the end, they just blow it away because the mandala represents the universe and the erasure of it demonstrates impermanence. (And that's a theme we've seen before in CO's writing)
Temple = Love
"Something so wild turned into paper." - Sex becoming a business transaction.
"If I/you loved you/me, well that's your/my fault." - Love is not a part of this transaction (and you cannot expect reciprocation if you feel anything).
Just listen and read through with that interpretation and it all makes a lot of sense.
The parrot blues
Little voices mimic you
It’s not so hard to make that sound
So watch your back
The ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will
They’ll find you out
And when they do
Look out
There’s money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's going to break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If I loved you, well, that’s my fault
A bitch in heat
The alpha male
Not something she’d ever tell
Except when she got deafly high
Then out it came like summer rain
Washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon we drunk dialed
Those starving children
They ain’t got no mother
Theres pink flamingos living in the mall
I’d give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Hello?
Patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface roads
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out where’d everybody go alone
Erase yourself and you’ll be free
Men dull are destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the Ferris wheel
Smile
All that you can feel is gratitude for what has been
Because it did not happen
There’s money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's going to break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you love me, well, that’s your fault
There’s money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city’s going to fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you, well, that’s my fault
That’s my fault
I'm quite sure he says "The bitch in heat, the alpha male." Not "pitchin heat." In addition, I think he says "telethon" not telephone and "vapor" not paper.