I, the Swan

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.