Suicide? No, silly--it's a love song. This is how I interpret it:
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
((He's putting her on a pedastal right from the start, telling her that even her tiny details are perfect and worthy of higher recognition.))
There's a ticking at the sill
((Their alarm clock?))
There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day
((Sweet serenity--pigeons are such a great mascot for this song.))
As on we go drowning, down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning, down we go away. Away...
((I don't know about you folks, but when I really love something I want to drown myself in it. If it's a song, I'll put it loop and play it over and over--if it's a person, it's more about drowning myself in things that remind me of him or sinking into his arms; so to me, drowning refers to a nearly obsessive surrender. "Take me, ocean--I'm yours! You're taking my breath away."))
There's a tough word
On your crossword
((This could be refering to the whole, "sunday morning, going slow and reading the paper" thing... or it could just mean that she's tounge-tied.))
There's a bed-bug nipping a finger
((Again, refering to their bed-time. Oo la la. This sort of reminds me of something I'd do if I was watching a loved one sleep--tuck them in, brush back their hair, and keep the bed-bugs from biting.))
There's a swallow
There's a calm
Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today
((Back to the pigeon thing--sweet serenity. Maybe they took a walk in the park holding hands.))
As on we go drowning, down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowing, down we go away. Away...
((He's surrendering to love.))
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles...
((He finishes with a beautiful image. They say that when you re-state something again and again in writing, it helps to convey to the reader that the author is off of his rocker--this is used a lot in romance novels, per the whole, "I can't stop thinking about him/her" thing. Also, by leaving us off where he started, it gives me a looping feeling--that this song could go on forever if left to its own devices. Love could be like that, couldn't it?))
All in all, I take this song to be about the simple-though-awe-inspiring day-to-day beauty that comes naturally from being head-over-heels in love with someone. Even during a lull in the day when virtually nothing is happenening, he's still estatic to be there. Isn't simplicity beautiful?
Suicide? No, silly--it's a love song. This is how I interpret it:
There are angels in your angles There's a low moon caught in your tangles ((He's putting her on a pedastal right from the start, telling her that even her tiny details are perfect and worthy of higher recognition.)) There's a ticking at the sill ((Their alarm clock?)) There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day ((Sweet serenity--pigeons are such a great mascot for this song.)) As on we go drowning, down we go away And darling, we go a-drowning, down we go away. Away... ((I don't know about you folks, but when I really love something I want to drown myself in it. If it's a song, I'll put it loop and play it over and over--if it's a person, it's more about drowning myself in things that remind me of him or sinking into his arms; so to me, drowning refers to a nearly obsessive surrender. "Take me, ocean--I'm yours! You're taking my breath away."))
There's a tough word On your crossword ((This could be refering to the whole, "sunday morning, going slow and reading the paper" thing... or it could just mean that she's tounge-tied.)) There's a bed-bug nipping a finger ((Again, refering to their bed-time. Oo la la. This sort of reminds me of something I'd do if I was watching a loved one sleep--tuck them in, brush back their hair, and keep the bed-bugs from biting.)) There's a swallow There's a calm Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today ((Back to the pigeon thing--sweet serenity. Maybe they took a walk in the park holding hands.)) As on we go drowning, down we go away And darling, we go a-drowing, down we go away. Away... ((He's surrendering to love.)) There are angels in your angles There's a low moon caught in your tangles... ((He finishes with a beautiful image. They say that when you re-state something again and again in writing, it helps to convey to the reader that the author is off of his rocker--this is used a lot in romance novels, per the whole, "I can't stop thinking about him/her" thing. Also, by leaving us off where he started, it gives me a looping feeling--that this song could go on forever if left to its own devices. Love could be like that, couldn't it?))
All in all, I take this song to be about the simple-though-awe-inspiring day-to-day beauty that comes naturally from being head-over-heels in love with someone. Even during a lull in the day when virtually nothing is happenening, he's still estatic to be there. Isn't simplicity beautiful?