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In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up,
When a doctor came to tell me enough is enough.
He brought me out into the hall. I could have sworn it was haunted,
And told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to hear:
That there was nothing that I could do to save you,
The choir's going to sing, and this thing is going to kill you.
Something in my throat made my next words shake,
And something in the wires made the lightbulbs break.
There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling.
It opened up the scars that had just finished healing.
It tore apart the canyon running down your femur.
I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.
And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room,
But I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew.
When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain,
You came to hating me again and just sang your refrain.
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair.
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up;
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy,
Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we were so disappointed,
Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting always rejected,
But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes.
I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night,
And I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight.
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you,
From stomping out that door, coming back like you always do.
Well no one's going to fix it for us, no one can.
You say that no one's gonna listen, no one understands.
So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through.
There's no other witnesses, just us two.
There's two people living in one small room,
From your two half-families tearing at you.
Two ways to tell the story, no one worries.
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry.
Two people talking inside your brain.
Two people believing that I'm the one to blame.
Two different voices coming out of your mouth.
While I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair.
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up;
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
When a doctor came to tell me enough is enough.
And told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to hear:
That there was nothing that I could do to save you,
The choir's going to sing, and this thing is going to kill you.
And something in the wires made the lightbulbs break.
There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling.
It opened up the scars that had just finished healing.
I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.
And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room,
But I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew.
When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain,
You came to hating me again and just sang your refrain.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair.
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up;
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we were so disappointed,
Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes.
I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes.
And I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight.
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you,
From stomping out that door, coming back like you always do.
You say that no one's gonna listen, no one understands.
So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through.
There's no other witnesses, just us two.
From your two half-families tearing at you.
Two ways to tell the story, no one worries.
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry.
Two people believing that I'm the one to blame.
Two different voices coming out of your mouth.
While I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair.
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up;
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
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Joshua 27 is right. "Hopsice" is a concept album about a man who works at a hospital, falls in love with a cancer patient, marries her, and then watches her die. I think the psychological and physical breakdowns described in this song are all a result of the cancer. If you ask me, the entire album is genius.
What I love about this song (and the whole album, for that matter) is how it differs from traditional cancer stories. I've heard so many cancer stories that drip of sadness but in the end they all arrive at something positive: "I found the meaning of life," "I discovered what's really important," "My wife died but she was the love of my life and I was blessed to have the time with her I did," "I'm at peace about what happened," etc. But in this story the overwhelming emotion isn't sadness, it's anger. The cancer patient throws phones at her husband, blames him for her mistakes, and daily threatens to leave him. And the narrator doesn't romanticize his relationship with his wife; he actually lets us in on its dysfunction and admits that they were married hastily and at the disapproval of their friends. There's no redemption in this story at all, and that's what makes it so powerful. I love it!
I don't think so...the lyrics say he doesn't work in the hospital..... and seems like a whole lot more is going on. I'm pretty sure its all about self destruction relationships and abusive partners.....in this one it seems like the parents are the abusive ones trying to rip apart their daughters relationship and shes start to lose control and takes it out on him....and the death is the metaphor for her self destruction and the break up or if you want to take it literally just add on her dying to the scenario.
I don't think so...the lyrics say he doesn't work in the hospital..... and seems like a whole lot more is going on. I'm pretty sure its all about self destruction relationships and abusive partners.....in this one it seems like the parents are the abusive ones trying to rip apart their daughters relationship and shes start to lose control and takes it out on him....and the death is the metaphor for her self destruction and the break up or if you want to take it literally just add on her dying to the scenario.
Sorry it can be whatever you think it is you can ignore my comment
Sorry it can be whatever you think it is you can ignore my comment
I think listening to the rest of the lyrics on the album helps in understanding this song. You can tell he works in the hospital from the song "Kettering:" "Because you'd been abused by the bone that refused you, and you hired me to make up for that...When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile...Something kept me standing by that hospital bed; I should have quit but instead I took care of you." And from the song "Epilogue:" "You've been gone for quite awhile now, and I don't work there in the hospital (they had to let me go)."...
I think listening to the rest of the lyrics on the album helps in understanding this song. You can tell he works in the hospital from the song "Kettering:" "Because you'd been abused by the bone that refused you, and you hired me to make up for that...When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile...Something kept me standing by that hospital bed; I should have quit but instead I took care of you." And from the song "Epilogue:" "You've been gone for quite awhile now, and I don't work there in the hospital (they had to let me go)."
It's possible that the woman's parents had something to do with her rash behavior, but I think the cancer is a more major theme in the album.
Death can be used as a metaphor for a lot of things, but I think it's important first to understand the literal death in the album before applying it to something else. Also, I think the woman actually dies in the next song, "Shiva," and not in this song.
Emily,
Emily,
The story is literally about a Hospice worker dealing with a young male cancer patient. Weaved throughout are the references to the relationship; overall the death of a cancer patient and the anger and sadness associated is an allegory related to the failure of a relationship. What makes it such a well told story is the fact that throughout, the patient becomes the worker becomes the man, the story of these feelings is told from all sides, often in the same song. The first verse (the hospice workers perspective), the second and third verses (the man's), and the mixing...
The story is literally about a Hospice worker dealing with a young male cancer patient. Weaved throughout are the references to the relationship; overall the death of a cancer patient and the anger and sadness associated is an allegory related to the failure of a relationship. What makes it such a well told story is the fact that throughout, the patient becomes the worker becomes the man, the story of these feelings is told from all sides, often in the same song. The first verse (the hospice workers perspective), the second and third verses (the man's), and the mixing of the two perspectives in the refrain are examples of this here.
Just to stop anyone else from sounding pompous and pretentions and FALSE by saying the song is obviously about an eating disorder or a mental disorder I will mention now that the entire album is the story of the songwriter watching his wife die of bone cancer. the weight loss, the 'childhood dreams', even the psychological breaking down are all.... well, you get the point.
Beautiful, such an amazing album. The lyrics in this are fantastic.
Also, there's a prologue printed in the album's liner notes that might be helpful. I'll reprint it here:
Before diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was younger, she had nightmares. She had scissor-pain and phantom limbs, and things that kept her nervous through that twelve-year interim. When she fell crossing that street (south of Houston, old Manhattan-land), those nightmares fell from building tops and took her by the hand.
She was brought into those rooms with sliding curtains and shining children's heads. One of the, that boy, was not as lucky as she then. (Years later, he would return to her at night, just when she thought she might have fallen asleep. As she would later describe to me, his face would be up against hers, and she'd be too terrified to speak.)
Now, I won't pretend I understand, because I can't, and now I never will. But something makes her sting, and something makes her want to kill. It made her crawl under that house, and stick her head under the stove...well, my point in all of this is that it's all connected in these complicated nightmares that we wove.
The Antlers are amazing, simply put. Such a well written song.
Actually, by the lead singer himself, this entire album is a metaphor for an emotionally abusive relationship. This album isn't about him falling in love with a girl at a hospital who has cancer, but is entirely a metaphor for the abusive relationship, using the happenings of a cancer patient as metaphors for the abusive aspects of the relationship. Genius lyrics gives some great interpretation behind the songs. Other songs like "Two" show the elements of the actual relationship outside of the hospital concept.
So beautiful and so fucked up. To look on someone you care about so much and know you can't fix or help.
There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur, (I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur, (I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
i don't understand this section at all. someone please help?
i don't understand this section at all. someone please help?
RLHJones is right, technically, but i have to say that the symptoms presented could arguably point towards all three disorders. i favor bi-polar, as it seems to fit most of the lines in the second to last stanza better than the other two. i'll expound if...
RLHJones is right, technically, but i have to say that the symptoms presented could arguably point towards all three disorders. i favor bi-polar, as it seems to fit most of the lines in the second to last stanza better than the other two. i'll expound if you ask me to.
aside from that, i think the subject is suffering from more than just mental instability, since she (forgive me for feminizing muses) seems to be dying and last time i checked none of the above were fatal. perhaps we are to believe that she's grown so nihilistic that she is suicidal, and hurts herself in an effort to prevent herself from hurting the narrator. otherwise i think we are meant to find some other infirmity. now that i've "thought out loud" a bit, i wonder if the mention of the femur i quoted above is a reference to leukemia?
These words make me cry everytime I listen to them. They rip right through you.
wow. i know this is about cancer, but this song relates to me so much.
"But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes"
this definitely reminds me of living with a family member with bipolar disorder.
"Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating"
and this reminds me of eating disorders, personally. i know people have already said this, but still, this song really hits home.
Actually, it's not about cancer. At least not literally. He is using the cancer patient/ hospice worker relationship as a metaphor for his relationship with an emotionally abusive person. So you are right on the money! He explained it once in a music magazine interview.
Actually, it's not about cancer. At least not literally. He is using the cancer patient/ hospice worker relationship as a metaphor for his relationship with an emotionally abusive person. So you are right on the money! He explained it once in a music magazine interview.
Yeah, no, it's about a relationship, dude.
Yeah, no, it's about a relationship, dude.
Keeping the song within the storyline of the album, I think of it as everything that's happened to her from when she first got cancer (it returned when she grew older) up until just before her death.
"You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying They should have listened, they thought that you were lying"
She got cancer when she was little and "they cut your hair" is the hair loss in the chemotherapy process.
She thought of herself as ugly and developed eating disorders.
"Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping When we moved here together we were so disappointed Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed"
They had a rushed marriage "with nobody clapping" (no one was at their wedding) and afterwards they were reconsidering their marriage.
"It killed me to see you getting always rejected" She tried to get jobs but no one would take her because they knew her cancer was back and they wouldn't take someone with a terminal illness
She was frustrated and angry with the cancer returning instead of upset and accepting death, in a constant "why me?" stage. She can't take out her anger by talking to anyone ("No one's gonna listen, and no one understands") so she has to physically abuse her husband to get it out. He loves her, so he doesn't mind.
"There's no open doors, there's no way to get through" It's a terminal illness, and there's no way she can come out of it alive.
Here it comes in that she has a multiple personality disorder, perhaps as a result of the cancer destroying her emotionally as well as physically, and her entire life is written out in a matter of lines.
"There's two people living in one small room From your two half-families tearing at you Two ways to tell the story (no one worries) Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry Two people talking inside your brain Two people believing that I'm the one to blame Two different voices coming out of your mouth"
Again, it suggests a rushed marriage, and then a multiple personality disorder. "Two people talking inside your brain" and "Two different voices coming out of your mouth".
It's impossible to deny that it's a brilliant song and a brilliant album, whatever your interpretation.
I agree with all of this except for the MPD thing. I think the two voices is just referring to her dealing with dying (being very loving and getting married, then being hateful) or even bipolar disorder.
I agree with all of this except for the MPD thing. I think the two voices is just referring to her dealing with dying (being very loving and getting married, then being hateful) or even bipolar disorder.
@SoColdInAlaska it's called DID (dissociative Identity Disorder) but i'm glad you noticed that. It'd be cool to see some Goddamn representation of my disorder in music.
@SoColdInAlaska it's called DID (dissociative Identity Disorder) but i'm glad you noticed that. It'd be cool to see some Goddamn representation of my disorder in music.