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Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull
I resigned myself to all the disappearance
I was sure the cops would come calling
Some sick shivering morning
I live in Newark now where cars speed away
And weekend freebasers bury their stems
In shaded groves and muted clearings
In Philadelphia, we didn't know
Clammy hands and beaming thresholds
And I'm visited by naked reality
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me
And depression is nothing compared to what's in store for them
Having hitched across America
Like an itinerant laborer
Or a serial killer on pulsing arterials
I numbly recline
In a filthy slicked lawn chair
As our garage yawns behind me with tunnels
The pinkest sky I'd ever seen
Still pocked with dirigibles
And flying machines that opened up
I thought it'd begun hailing but amethyst and glass
Were raining down from an unmarked aircraft
Covering the cooling tar totally
In manufactured street sheen
I've been finding clipped-off Parliaments everywhere lately
I take it as a sign that you're around
See J passed away
For the first time in June
And the last time last night in the Warren
As a warm, round, mournful sound
Flooded my room
Like blood does from the faucets of pitch-black bathrooms during adolescent summoning rituals
I resigned myself to all the disappearance
I was sure the cops would come calling
Some sick shivering morning
I live in Newark now where cars speed away
And weekend freebasers bury their stems
In shaded groves and muted clearings
In Philadelphia, we didn't know
Clammy hands and beaming thresholds
And I'm visited by naked reality
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me
And depression is nothing compared to what's in store for them
Having hitched across America
Like an itinerant laborer
Or a serial killer on pulsing arterials
I numbly recline
In a filthy slicked lawn chair
As our garage yawns behind me with tunnels
The pinkest sky I'd ever seen
Still pocked with dirigibles
And flying machines that opened up
I thought it'd begun hailing but amethyst and glass
Were raining down from an unmarked aircraft
Covering the cooling tar totally
In manufactured street sheen
I've been finding clipped-off Parliaments everywhere lately
I take it as a sign that you're around
See J passed away
For the first time in June
And the last time last night in the Warren
As a warm, round, mournful sound
Flooded my room
Like blood does from the faucets of pitch-black bathrooms during adolescent summoning rituals
Lyrics submitted by leahper
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See *Jane* passed away
For the first time in June
And the last time last night in the Warren
Maybe a reference to the "Jane" from "The Living North"
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me"
I like to think this is about this:
"It was a time in my life when I found it impossible to listen to contemporary indie rock or pop records, because I was scared shitless of failure and mediocrity, and no one giving a good god damn about the record I was making. What it really was, I guess, was pettiness and a very childish envy of others' successes."
Anyway, are we absolutely positive that the lyric is:
"And I'm visited by naked reality
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me"
And not:
"And I'm visited by naked reality
In the higher CAUSE of the cars that cut in front of me"
I seem to recall in another comment that the CEG lyrics on SongMeanings are all directly from the album booklet, so perhaps it is "gloss"--I'll just have to write a song about the "higher cause" of cars that cut in front of me, because I love that notion.
Also, if it IS "cause," then "And depression is nothing compared to what's in store for them." If it's gloss, why is there something in store for the car owner? Because it's fancy, so they're rich and overspend?