The passage of time is moving through the time, he's watching the various motions of love and hate that pass through a town. Time is sort of this inevitable, creeping thing that keeps getting steadily hotter. Modernization is coming in, radio, cars, all these symbols of adulthood, progress, etc., - and something gets lost in all of that. He doesn't want sex, he doesn't want religion (things that people seem to run to when shit gets heavy), he just wants that old feeling back, you can't rush these things with modernization. Just got to let them grow. But these days we're all watching our pots and they're just not boiling.
The passage of time is moving through the time, he's watching the various motions of love and hate that pass through a town. Time is sort of this inevitable, creeping thing that keeps getting steadily hotter. Modernization is coming in, radio, cars, all these symbols of adulthood, progress, etc., - and something gets lost in all of that. He doesn't want sex, he doesn't want religion (things that people seem to run to when shit gets heavy), he just wants that old feeling back, you can't rush these things with modernization. Just got to let them grow. But these days we're all watching our pots and they're just not boiling.