this song is kind of broken up weird as far as the vocal phrasing. The ends of phrases are really beginnings of new sentences.
(i like it.)
If it were and essay, it would look more like this:
"February always finds you folding local papers open to the faces passed away to wonder what they're holding in those hands.
Were never shown the places formal photographs refuse to mention: his tiny feet ,that birthmark on her knee.
The tyranny of framing our attention with all the eyes their eyes no longer see."
etc.
I always thought the pictures in the obituaries were a little bit off.
It's always just a head-shot, and that little photograph and paragraph written about who lived longer and who didn't and where to go see the dead body doesn't do justice to the beauty and complexity of every human life.
But, it really can't be debated how unbelievably poignant the last lyrics are :
"Give what you can to keep to comfort this plain fear you can't exstinguish or dismiss."
obituaries and obituary photographs.
this song is kind of broken up weird as far as the vocal phrasing. The ends of phrases are really beginnings of new sentences. (i like it.) If it were and essay, it would look more like this:
"February always finds you folding local papers open to the faces passed away to wonder what they're holding in those hands. Were never shown the places formal photographs refuse to mention: his tiny feet ,that birthmark on her knee. The tyranny of framing our attention with all the eyes their eyes no longer see."
etc.
I always thought the pictures in the obituaries were a little bit off. It's always just a head-shot, and that little photograph and paragraph written about who lived longer and who didn't and where to go see the dead body doesn't do justice to the beauty and complexity of every human life.
But, it really can't be debated how unbelievably poignant the last lyrics are :
"Give what you can to keep to comfort this plain fear you can't exstinguish or dismiss."