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Oh Heartland, Up Yours! Lyrics
The stars collected
Each world accounted for
Freed all the children
Seems there is nothing more
If I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heaven
And if heaven would not have me I would take the other option
I will seek out my own satisfaction
From the wight lying in the barrow
To the priest with his broken arrows
There's a method to the madness
They will feign an expression of sadness
A concatenation of locusts
And the farmers are losing their focus
On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses
I will sing sing sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours
The hollow voice of
The fourteenth century
Too much assumption to be taken seriously
Oh you wrote me like a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beater
With a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simoniac breeder
Doesn't work doesn't fly doesn't handle
From the wight lying in the barrow
To the priest with his broken arrows
There's a method to the madness
They will feign an expression of sadness
A concatenation of locusts
And the farmers are losing their focus
On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses
I will sing sing sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours
(My home, my homeland, my homeland)
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises here
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises here
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises here
Each world accounted for
Freed all the children
Seems there is nothing more
And if heaven would not have me I would take the other option
I will seek out my own satisfaction
To the priest with his broken arrows
There's a method to the madness
They will feign an expression of sadness
A concatenation of locusts
And the farmers are losing their focus
On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses
I will sing sing sing to the masses
The fourteenth century
Too much assumption to be taken seriously
Oh you wrote me like a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beater
With a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simoniac breeder
Doesn't work doesn't fly doesn't handle
To the priest with his broken arrows
There's a method to the madness
They will feign an expression of sadness
A concatenation of locusts
And the farmers are losing their focus
On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses
I will sing sing sing to the masses
I will not sing your praises here
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises here
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises
I will not sing your praises here
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It's actually a "concatenation" of locusts, not a "called cattle-nation." ;)
Haha thanks. I had no idea what he was saying, and I just guessed something that sounded like it and sounded like it had something to do with farmers...
Haha thanks. I had no idea what he was saying, and I just guessed something that sounded like it and sounded like it had something to do with farmers...
Some corrections based on the lyrics that came with the cd:
"From the wight lying in the barrow"
"Oh, you wrote me like a Disney kid"
"it doesn't suit a simoniac breeder"
and the violent lent part should be "My homeland"
Owens lyrics are so poetic, with every line rich in meaning. I think this particular song has an attitude of separatism. A kind of disenchantment with some ones circumstances in their immediate environment - necessitating a change or revolt.
Owens lyrics are so poetic, with every line rich in meaning. I think this particular song has an attitude of separatism. A kind of disenchantment with some ones circumstances in their immediate environment - necessitating a change or revolt.
Also it is "The hollow voice of OUR 14th century" according to the lyrics in the booklet. And it made me wonder to which one he/Lewis refers... Europe's, Heartland's? :D
urgh how about some lyrics analysing now? hah I'd really love some people's take on this song
This song is going in so many directions, but I love it. Basically it's about being yourself, doing your own thing and not worrying about what the world wants...rejecting culture and living life your way.
"if I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heaven" - reminded me of Pyramid Song (and we all went to heaven in a little rowboat)
I think those both might be references to the Sit Down You're Rocking the Boat from Guys and Dolls ('I dreamed last night I was on a boat to heaven...'). That's what leapt to mind anyway
I think those both might be references to the Sit Down You're Rocking the Boat from Guys and Dolls ('I dreamed last night I was on a boat to heaven...'). That's what leapt to mind anyway