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Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs
they're begging barking bashing at their homes
cold and wet and dirty like the earth
that mashes molding muddy marching boots
now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
that foggy hazy drumming of that rain
Hear that outside? They're coming in
they're banging knocking shouting at the door
fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed
firm and steady rhythms that they pace
in and out and in and out we named
everything and everyone we've known
Hear that outside? We lost our homes
given up in loans and time we paid
worth more to us than them, so we will end
our lives with backs that strained to find
a pretty place and life to call our own
a place that we well never ever know
Hear that outside? We lost the war
how easy it is done if we never knew
it started back before I was born
all of us were other souls
we borrowed life and shared it with our own
and now we need to stretch and find our own
Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs
they're begging barking bashing at their homes
cold and wet and dirty like the earth
that mashes molding muddy marching boots
now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
that foggy hazy drumming of that rain
Hear that outside? It's changing airs
and bleeding out the colors of the world
they're begging barking bashing at their homes
cold and wet and dirty like the earth
that mashes molding muddy marching boots
now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
that foggy hazy drumming of that rain
they're banging knocking shouting at the door
fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed
firm and steady rhythms that they pace
in and out and in and out we named
everything and everyone we've known
Hear that outside? We lost our homes
given up in loans and time we paid
worth more to us than them, so we will end
our lives with backs that strained to find
a pretty place and life to call our own
a place that we well never ever know
how easy it is done if we never knew
it started back before I was born
all of us were other souls
we borrowed life and shared it with our own
and now we need to stretch and find our own
they're begging barking bashing at their homes
cold and wet and dirty like the earth
that mashes molding muddy marching boots
now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
that foggy hazy drumming of that rain
and bleeding out the colors of the world
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beautiful.
so far my favorite song on the album.
each album has a different sound, but in a good/orgasmic way.
i love how most of the song is a consistent buildup
The lyrics look good except the 4th line in the first and last verse should be that mashes muddy molding marching boots (basically switch muddy and molding in what's above)
The lyrics look good except the 4th line in the first and last verse should be that mashes muddy molding marching boots (basically switch muddy and molding in what's above)
Aside from the technicalities... This song is full of imagery and alliteration so its not surprising that we can interpret this song in a number of different ways... in my opinion that is the mark of an influential song... I don't want to attempt to decipher the meaning that PtheMan had in mind when they wrote this (if they had a particular idea in mind to begin with) but I...
Aside from the technicalities... This song is full of imagery and alliteration so its not surprising that we can interpret this song in a number of different ways... in my opinion that is the mark of an influential song... I don't want to attempt to decipher the meaning that PtheMan had in mind when they wrote this (if they had a particular idea in mind to begin with) but I personally get the sense that this is about human struggle in general... in terms more relevant to our times I find this describes the war in Afghanistan... First, the imagery reminds me of a dark, cold, wet place not full of anything positive, but full of activity. In addition, it sounds as if this song is in the mind of a soldier who is simply noticing everything around him... including the idea that we "lost the war"... Understanding its not his fault, nor anyone else's, but simply the product of extreme idealism fighting for turf, when all thats necessary is an understanding of common ground, namely that we are all human
Cold and wet and dirty like the earth. Best line ever.
i have no idea what this song is about. portugal is by far my favorite band and i understand most of the songs but this one is tough. could it be about the government running our lives or anything like that? id like to hear what you guys think
i get like a serf noble man relationship vibe.
Meaning - it seems simple to me, but my mind and John's seem to share some similar thoughts. I also know a little about him. But the repeating lines, such as those describing the dogs and whatnot, are loose depictions of his home in Alaska. The rest goes on to talk about a recurring theme in a lot of his music, which is related to the way the "system" works in this world. It describes toiling away and basically giving all of your time to banks and those with money just to try and be able to get a piece of land / life / peace of mind for yourself. The lyrics continue by saying it's futile. Which I don't particularly like, myself. The PNW, and Alaska, are somewhat unique in that people are much more interested in really carving out a piece of life for themselves - land is a little more open and people are a little more of the homesteading type. I also find it amusing, though I don't wish to badmouth him in any way, but the way John talks about that stuff. The guy was working construction until a chance to sing for a friend's band came up, and granted he paid some dues in getting Portugal up and running to the point they came to with all the success, but he often refers to back breaking labor and unwarranted work, though his family is blue collar and he would have been had he not gotten into music like he did. And while he works hard at the music thing, a lot of it is sitting around with friends. Just ironic to me... Not to say he wouldn't understand, but maybe then it's just me fighting with the depressing nature of the lyrics - trust the NW to be depressed about shit.
Meaning - it seems simple to me, but my mind and John's seem to share some similar thoughts. I also know a little about him. But the repeating lines, such as those describing the dogs and whatnot, are loose depictions of his home in Alaska. The rest goes on to talk about a recurring theme in a lot of his music, which is related to the way the "system" works in this world. It describes toiling away and basically giving all of your time to banks and those with money just to try and be able to get a piece of land / life / peace of mind for yourself. The lyrics continue by saying it's futile. Which I don't particularly like, myself. The PNW, and Alaska, are somewhat unique in that people are much more interested in really carving out a piece of life for themselves - land is a little more open and people are a little more of the homesteading type. I also find it amusing, though I don't wish to badmouth him in any way, but the way John talks about that stuff. The guy was working construction until a chance to sing for a friend's band came up, and granted he paid some dues in getting Portugal up and running to the point they came to with all the success, but he often refers to back breaking labor and unwarranted work, though his family is blue collar and he would have been had he not gotten into music like he did. And while he works hard at the music thing, a lot of it is sitting around with friends. Just ironic to me... Not to say he wouldn't understand, but maybe then it's just me fighting with the depressing nature of the lyrics - trust the NW to be depressed about shit.