"Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene" as written by and Andrew Hozier Byrne....
I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful
Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths
Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion
No more alone or myself could I be
Looks like a strain to the arms it were open
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I
Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile
Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

And lease this confusion, I'll wander the concrete
Wonder if better now having survived
Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat
The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene


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"Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene" as written by Andrew Hozier Byrne

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    My InterpretationTo me, this is about the rapture of sex. In the first verse he sees all his buddies falling for girls. They're obsessed in some 'frozen devotion'. Wanting in on this action ('No more alone or myself could I be'), he decides to give in with 'no shortage of sordid, no protests from me'.

    Small death, translated into French is 'petit mort', a term used for an orgasm. The chorus is about his passion with another woman, someone quite passionate and intense and is like a drug to him.

    The whole song is basically their intensity and how overwhelming she is. After they've had sex, he's still in a bit of shock that it happened, but not caring is delighted it has happened:

    'And lease this confusion, I'll wander the concrete,
    Wonder if better now having survived,
    Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat,
    The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive.'

    This could very well be about losing your virginity. The fear of the first time, then giving in and realising how incredible sex is. This guy could well have met with a rather experienced woman who gave him a lot more than he was expecting! :)

    Either way, an incredible song, full of fantastic descriptions, imagery and detail.
    meesaon December 11, 2013   Link

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