This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Perched.
Canvas draped, paint peeled.
Gallons of something puddles in mutated mixtures.
Hurl stones around breaths.
There will be shadows and holes.
I, the Swan am beautiful and a desist in space between being and idea.
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Perched.
Neck stiff, a stone-ed image of different male.
Words will work swollen kindered knees to the floor.
Canvas draped, paint peeled.
Gallons of something puddles in mutated mixtures.
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic.
Canvas draped, can I feel?
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic.
Canvas draped, can I feel?
He picked up a large white vase and pitched it.
Sharp porcelain lined the shapless pool of liquid formed by its contents.
Of the man that pulled at my feathers.
The artist, the true manifestation of struggle.
The shattered porcelain greeted back with fresh wounds.
Memories. Two beasts, naked.
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic.
Canvas draped, can I feel?
Canvas draped, paint peeled.
Gallons of something puddles in mutated mixtures.
Hurl stones around breaths.
There will be shadows and holes.
I, the Swan am beautiful and a desist in space between being and idea.
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Perched.
Neck stiff, a stone-ed image of different male.
Words will work swollen kindered knees to the floor.
Canvas draped, paint peeled.
Gallons of something puddles in mutated mixtures.
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic.
Canvas draped, can I feel?
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic.
Canvas draped, can I feel?
He picked up a large white vase and pitched it.
Sharp porcelain lined the shapless pool of liquid formed by its contents.
Of the man that pulled at my feathers.
The artist, the true manifestation of struggle.
The shattered porcelain greeted back with fresh wounds.
Memories. Two beasts, naked.
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic.
Canvas draped, can I feel?
Lyrics submitted by rxbandit123
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin
Holiday
Bee Gees
Bee Gees
@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
I Can't Go To Sleep
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Racism towards African Americans in America would not exist if everyone sat down and listened to this song and understood the history behind the words. The power, fear, pleading in RZA and Ghostface voices are genuine and powerful. Issac Hayes’ strong voice makes the perfect strong father figure, who is possibly from beyond the grave.
No Surprises
Radiohead
Radiohead
Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
Blue
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Blue” is a song about a love that is persisting in the discomfort of the person experiencing the emotion. Ed Sheeran reflects on love lost, and although he wishes his former partner find happiness, he cannot but admit his feelings are still very much there. He expresses the realization that he might never find another on this stringed instrumental by Aaron Dessner.
the swan thinks highly of itself, but is entirely too premature to be considered something, hence the line "beautiful and phallic." it is still being formed and shaped. (brushed. canvas draped. paint peeled). gallons of something puddles, and you take the pictures could signify maybe a crime scene (or metaphorically speaking, leaving behind something you're no longer a part of).
hurl stones around breaths -- maybe attacking someones weak points there will be shadows and holes -- things not understood will arise.
i, the swan am beautiful and it desists in the space between being and idea -- with being being body and idea being mind, the swan's soul is crushed.
...and this is where my head starts hurting and the insomniac falls asleep.
This is a beautiful song. Aside from the obvious I have no idea what it means though. I only know the phallic part and that the spoken part relates back to the gallons of something puddles as a shapleless pool of liquid the porcelain lines.
Why hasn't anyone commented this?!
This is, in my opinion, THE best song on The Ocean and The Sun. I'm not real big on the meaning, but I never really am when it comes to TSOAF, but I guess their meaning is essentially irrelevant to just how great their music is. Beautiful, beautiful song.
I already did comment...And meaning is a big part of it. The song is beautiful yes, but I would love to know the meaning behind it.
I am almost sure it's "Gallons of something puddles, a mutated mixture" opposed to "...something puddles and you take the pictures."
and I think it's The Artist, the true manifestation of struggle, Shattered porcelain greeted back with fresh wounds. memories, two beasts, naked."
I am almost sure it's "Gallons of something puddles, a mutated mixture" opposed to "...something puddles and you take the pictures."
and I think it's The Artist, the true manifestation of struggle, Shattered porcelain greeted back with fresh wounds. memories, two beasts, naked."
It's perched not brushed.... if you can't make out that "P" in the microphone you have no knowledge of singing or recording. i know they have pop filters but Jeezzzz guyzz. I think it's one of those things with tsoaf to never really understand the true meaning and to manipulate it into what you want to believe it's about. It's their trademark, they wear masks to conceal their identity so people will not love the music because of who the popular artists are singing and playing, but to just listen and take what you need to feel happy or sad or mad or glad from the songs they produce. It's their gift to be the most unique collective of our generation.
I worship this song. There's something to be said about the choice of the swan. They are white, a color of purity, but then there's the image of something phallic that most would consider impure. It is about the idea of conflict between man made beauty and natural beauty. Who picks what? Who even knows? Think about The Ugly Duckling.
it is perched, not brushed.
I, the Swan. The questions that many of you have posed and many of your responses to those questions are still creeping along the surface of this song. Many of you are caught "in the space between being and idea." In this sense, the song can be examined in one of two ways: 1) as a living work of art which has no static or fixed meaning (being) or 2) as a specimen, model, example, etc., of music which can be precisely measured and rated accordingly. In my wonderfully biased opinion, it is silly to attempt to dissect music as if it were a laboratory experiment performed under controlled and definite conditions. Therefore, my question is this, When was the last time any of you watched a single swan swimming and realized that it is not as perfect as the image of the swan created by the intellect? What exactly did it look like? Did you notice variations in the several swans you may have seen? Although you may have found the swan to be beautiful, can you be sure that you felt that because the swan was beautiful in itself and not simply because your image of swans predisposed you to think that the one single swan you saw was beautiful? In essence, what right do we have to denote swans as "beautiful and phallic" if all swans are different? How are we to exist without images covering who we actually are when it feels as though we have "canvas draped" over us outlining the way we are in the image? Just some thoughts. I like this song and hope to see some dialogue come from this.