There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk
(you don't need to do anything for the talk to start, the 'talk' being life itself. you're just here, and you can't explain it)
I would grab my shoes and then away I'd walk
('grab my shoes' is saying he's going to somewhat prepare for the 'walk', the 'walk' being life)
Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn
('stubborn beauty' is also analogous to life, as it is both hard (stubborn) yet awes us (beauty). the 'dawn' at which he starts at is birth, of course)
Until the sun had fully stopped
(the life he speaks of can be compared to an earth day. the sun never stops, even though it disappears sometimes. when the earth does stop spinning, i.e. the sun stops, his life ends.)
Never walking away from
(you never walk away from life, your decomposition will be consumed by other life and used, and so on..)
Just a way to pull apart
(pull apart could be seen as your conscious and body pulling apart at death if seen from a theist view, but from an atheist perspective it can be seen as just a way to get out of life [nonexistence])
Dehydrate back into minerals
(self explanatory)
A life long walk to the same exact spot
(you start as nothing and you leave as nothing, and it takes all your life to do it)
Carbon's anniversary
(the span between your birth and death is the carbon's anniversary)
The parting of the sensory
(your five senses and conscious thought make up everything you do. part with it, and you no longer participate in reality)
Old old mystery
(forever, humans have tried to come up with an explanation for the mystery of life)
The parting of the sensory
(..)
the next verse is almost ultimately seen in a theist's perspective:
Who the hell made you the boss?
(who made you 'god'?)
We placed our chips in all the right spots
But still lost
(we did everything you wanted, but still didn't win)
Any shithead who had ever walked
Could take the ship and do a much finer job
(even an idiot would know how to be a better god)
This fit like clothes made out of wasps
(the life that the god gave to him wasn't fit to what he needed. also, a little fact: some indigenous people use the paraponera insect in their adulthood rites by knocking them out with a natural chemical and woven into sleeves. the adolescent wears it while they come back to consciousness.)
Aw, fuck it I guess I lost
(no matter what he says, he's still going to die)
There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk (you don't need to do anything for the talk to start, the 'talk' being life itself. you're just here, and you can't explain it)
I would grab my shoes and then away I'd walk ('grab my shoes' is saying he's going to somewhat prepare for the 'walk', the 'walk' being life)
Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn ('stubborn beauty' is also analogous to life, as it is both hard (stubborn) yet awes us (beauty). the 'dawn' at which he starts at is birth, of course)
Until the sun had fully stopped (the life he speaks of can be compared to an earth day. the sun never stops, even though it disappears sometimes. when the earth does stop spinning, i.e. the sun stops, his life ends.)
Never walking away from (you never walk away from life, your decomposition will be consumed by other life and used, and so on..)
Just a way to pull apart (pull apart could be seen as your conscious and body pulling apart at death if seen from a theist view, but from an atheist perspective it can be seen as just a way to get out of life [nonexistence])
Dehydrate back into minerals (self explanatory)
A life long walk to the same exact spot (you start as nothing and you leave as nothing, and it takes all your life to do it)
Carbon's anniversary (the span between your birth and death is the carbon's anniversary)
The parting of the sensory (your five senses and conscious thought make up everything you do. part with it, and you no longer participate in reality)
Old old mystery (forever, humans have tried to come up with an explanation for the mystery of life)
The parting of the sensory (..)
the next verse is almost ultimately seen in a theist's perspective:
Who the hell made you the boss? (who made you 'god'?)
We placed our chips in all the right spots But still lost (we did everything you wanted, but still didn't win)
Any shithead who had ever walked Could take the ship and do a much finer job (even an idiot would know how to be a better god)
This fit like clothes made out of wasps (the life that the god gave to him wasn't fit to what he needed. also, a little fact: some indigenous people use the paraponera insect in their adulthood rites by knocking them out with a natural chemical and woven into sleeves. the adolescent wears it while they come back to consciousness.)
Aw, fuck it I guess I lost (no matter what he says, he's still going to die)