In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Oh well
You've got me under your spell
And I don't think that I'm kidding around
I don't think I can forget you now
I once sat up on my roof
And examined the planning of my town
I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass
And I remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants
I picked the nicest lawn
And imagined the two of us rolling around down along the ground
I saw myself touch your face
And I noticed jets begin to race above our heads
And I pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me
I remembered the fact that I can't see what you need...
And I'm too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place and
How shitty this town would seem without you in it.
When you aren't around, I let the shades fall down to shut out all the sun's light
And make myself feel all right
What am I doing with my life?
Oh well
You've got me under your spell
And I don't think that I'm kidding around
I don't think I can forget you now
Remember the only thing we need sometimes are chilly nights and warmer
thighs
Cause nothing's like being held...sometimes
You've got me under your spell
And I don't think that I'm kidding around
I don't think I can forget you now
I once sat up on my roof
And examined the planning of my town
I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass
And I remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants
I picked the nicest lawn
And imagined the two of us rolling around down along the ground
I saw myself touch your face
And I noticed jets begin to race above our heads
And I pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me
I remembered the fact that I can't see what you need...
And I'm too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place and
How shitty this town would seem without you in it.
When you aren't around, I let the shades fall down to shut out all the sun's light
And make myself feel all right
What am I doing with my life?
Oh well
You've got me under your spell
And I don't think that I'm kidding around
I don't think I can forget you now
Remember the only thing we need sometimes are chilly nights and warmer
thighs
Cause nothing's like being held...sometimes
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