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Crooked Muse Lyrics
Pictures watch from the sidewalk past
poems go flying in the tracks
all we ever got left is a pile of things
I visit you with nothing burning
hidden heart, stomach churning
circled in the words like the vultures
your mouth becomes a dictionary
words without a holy theory
you're the only one on the page
look it up to find my heart
tear that old shit apart
till you find the words to sum me up
I don't need no alibis
you sit me down here and you cry
the music man sings his mystery songs
he tries to put his finger on
there's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel
the things we all are destined to loose
while I seek out that crooked muse
you stole my heart and filled it up with blues
I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seat
Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy
and I've been here on this precipice
and I picked apart anything I bring
so we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last
we've all the merry things we needed
it's time like this we remember to believe
let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me
Lay me down here in your field
they know just, what they steal
poems go flying in the tracks
all we ever got left is a pile of things
hidden heart, stomach churning
circled in the words like the vultures
words without a holy theory
you're the only one on the page
tear that old shit apart
till you find the words to sum me up
you sit me down here and you cry
he tries to put his finger on
there's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel
while I seek out that crooked muse
you stole my heart and filled it up with blues
Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy
and I picked apart anything I bring
so we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last
it's time like this we remember to believe
let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me
they know just, what they steal
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Submitted by
spitty12 On Jul 06, 2010
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I think this song is about a dysfunctional relationship and the things we do to hurt each other. He moves on to say he just wants to toss the past(suitcase) into the wind so they can start fresh and remember to believe. The last lines are pretty vague but I think in the end he had something taken from him. Like the rest of this album this song is very haunting. Not sure how correct the lyrics are, please offer corrections if you have them.
@spitty12 I'll agree with you on your relationship theory. Seems as though he's written this song from the recollection of a haunting lover, and performs it in such a fashion that it's almost an offering towards absolution, somehow trying to recover "things we're all destined to lose*". With the exasperated inflection on "throwing this suitcase to the wind at last" it's safe to say he's really looking to be free of the bittersweet memories and feelings that that lover branded into him. I'd like to assume he's the "music man singing mystery songs". Corrections. "Poems go flying in the drafts?" "All we ever had...
@spitty12 I'll agree with you on your relationship theory. Seems as though he's written this song from the recollection of a haunting lover, and performs it in such a fashion that it's almost an offering towards absolution, somehow trying to recover "things we're all destined to lose*". With the exasperated inflection on "throwing this suitcase to the wind at last" it's safe to say he's really looking to be free of the bittersweet memories and feelings that that lover branded into him. I'd like to assume he's the "music man singing mystery songs". Corrections.
"Poems go flying in the drafts?" "All we ever had left was a pile of flame/fame?"
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"Lay me down in your field" could be a request to go back to a previous time when that lost lover had something soothing for him; When it was still pure, but when dealing with a "crooked muse", it's possible to fall victim to a plot unbeknownst to those with honest intentions versus those that use love as a stepping stone or leverage point to attain they're own selfish desires. Given Isakov is fairly well known, it could be inferred that he got played, as it were.
@spitty12 Further correction:
@spitty12 Further correction:
Your mouth becomes a dictionary words without a home get leary lonely on their own on the page
Your mouth becomes a dictionary words without a home get leary lonely on their own on the page