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Neon Junkyard Lyrics
Finding the fluorescence in the junk
By night illuminates the day
Finding ancient language in the blood
Fading a little more each day
And if you've got a lot of pain
You remember how to speak
And if you gather all the rain
Yeah it's still coming down in sheets
Neon rust puts color in the blood
Call upon the words to speak
Everything is the same as it was
But now there's nothing left to change
And if you gather it you won't
Be drowned by rain
And if you memorize the words
They will show you the way
By night illuminates the day
Finding ancient language in the blood
Fading a little more each day
You remember how to speak
And if you gather all the rain
Yeah it's still coming down in sheets
Call upon the words to speak
Everything is the same as it was
But now there's nothing left to change
Be drowned by rain
And if you memorize the words
They will show you the way
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So, dude says his lyrics are off the cuff, but there's still a lot to glean here.
First stanza: There's some valuable shit to pick up from the "junk" you feel and experience, and these lessons will help you. But, each day you let the "ancient language in the blood" go undeciphered, it gets less and less comprehensible. So, he's getting on that shit and trying to make out what he can of his life before he gets so muddled in his problems he can't grow from it. Or escape, or whatever.
Second stanza: When you're hurting, you have the chance to make it known; the singer (Bradford Cox) speaks through music. But, like gathering all the rain, speaking will never be able to communicate all of the pain you feel.
Third stanza: The beautiful corrosion caused by pain, symbolized by "neon rust", is communicated. It never really changes anything or makes you feel any better right away, but there's still this urge to do it.
Fourth stanza: People like Cox will always go through this ritual of communication through music, even though they drown in the pain that causes them to make music. But, while the products (i.e. music) of such attempts at communication fall flat and don't really convey the pain Cox feels, Cox still finds some wisdom in producing the music in the first place. He memorizes the words, and in the process of memorizing these words guides him forward.