This is about drug abuse, gaining a high and the euphoria of the high contrasted with the harshness of reality.
v.1
Whatever he's smoking is like a saint. Marijuana, tobacco, and opium have been used in history for spiritual experience. The embers are growing and he's enthusiastic about the high he'll get ("I'm bathing in your glow"). The saint is also a poison, and Chris is smoiking this just to rise the lows of his up emotional ups and downs.
pre-chorus
Chris enters a euphoria and differentiates between his physical and spiritual self. Chris acheives a state of high spiritual or mental awareness and refers to his self in reality as "you". i.e. the smoke is colorful and falling from your mouth. The high is compared to a fever and of course there is a recoil from drug abuse. But Chris attains a state of numbness and thus the experience is called a lie without the pain.
chorus
Chris continues to refer to his physical self as "you". His normal self is "dead" and spiritually aloof he can lay on all the bones and crap of his every-day life. He can lay down on the shore until the tide comes- until he becomes sober and is swallowed back into the ocean of reality. He doesn't even care about reality in a state like this, so he even throws his own bones in the fire, the ultimate fuck you to reality.
v. 2
The high is like a healing hand that wanes, or fades away with time. The references to silver and granite could be allusions to the feelings of relaxation- (leisure or luxury) and spirituality. In his high he can sleep peacefully without listening to the mumbling of his own mind (referring to his actual self as "you" again- "sleeping in the silence of your voice"). And cradling in his only destructive escape from reality, drugs, alchohol, tobacco ("cradling the peril of my only choice").
He then wanders through his own mind, opened through the euphoria of his high. He then tries to convince himself (you) that drug abuse won't resolve anything ("I will wander through your open mind and you will find no lie can hide")
This is so right.. can't be anything but what you say...I cry with Chris's music.. so deep and there are days I feel this way..It's almost a high for me to hear the words and meanings.. not to mention his sound.. The music he has co written the Natasha and others is wonderful.. It gets me through the day sometimes...
This is so right.. can't be anything but what you say...I cry with Chris's music.. so deep and there are days I feel this way..It's almost a high for me to hear the words and meanings.. not to mention his sound.. The music he has co written the Natasha and others is wonderful.. It gets me through the day sometimes...
@im_in_asia_now I know your comment is now 10 years old, but I have to reply with, great analysis. It doesn't help that the lyrics are incorrect in 1 spot. When corrected, it makes the song even deeper. This lyric should be:
@im_in_asia_now I know your comment is now 10 years old, but I have to reply with, great analysis. It doesn't help that the lyrics are incorrect in 1 spot. When corrected, it makes the song even deeper. This lyric should be:
I will lay across the stones
Of your shore until the tide comes calling
I will lay across the stones
Of your shore until the tide comes calling
The tide (of reality) beckons to him, then eventually crawls back.
The tide (of reality) beckons to him, then eventually crawls back.
This is about drug abuse, gaining a high and the euphoria of the high contrasted with the harshness of reality.
v.1
Whatever he's smoking is like a saint. Marijuana, tobacco, and opium have been used in history for spiritual experience. The embers are growing and he's enthusiastic about the high he'll get ("I'm bathing in your glow"). The saint is also a poison, and Chris is smoiking this just to rise the lows of his up emotional ups and downs.
pre-chorus
Chris enters a euphoria and differentiates between his physical and spiritual self. Chris acheives a state of high spiritual or mental awareness and refers to his self in reality as "you". i.e. the smoke is colorful and falling from your mouth. The high is compared to a fever and of course there is a recoil from drug abuse. But Chris attains a state of numbness and thus the experience is called a lie without the pain.
chorus
Chris continues to refer to his physical self as "you". His normal self is "dead" and spiritually aloof he can lay on all the bones and crap of his every-day life. He can lay down on the shore until the tide comes- until he becomes sober and is swallowed back into the ocean of reality. He doesn't even care about reality in a state like this, so he even throws his own bones in the fire, the ultimate fuck you to reality.
v. 2
The high is like a healing hand that wanes, or fades away with time. The references to silver and granite could be allusions to the feelings of relaxation- (leisure or luxury) and spirituality. In his high he can sleep peacefully without listening to the mumbling of his own mind (referring to his actual self as "you" again- "sleeping in the silence of your voice"). And cradling in his only destructive escape from reality, drugs, alchohol, tobacco ("cradling the peril of my only choice").
He then wanders through his own mind, opened through the euphoria of his high. He then tries to convince himself (you) that drug abuse won't resolve anything ("I will wander through your open mind and you will find no lie can hide")
This is so right.. can't be anything but what you say...I cry with Chris's music.. so deep and there are days I feel this way..It's almost a high for me to hear the words and meanings.. not to mention his sound.. The music he has co written the Natasha and others is wonderful.. It gets me through the day sometimes...
This is so right.. can't be anything but what you say...I cry with Chris's music.. so deep and there are days I feel this way..It's almost a high for me to hear the words and meanings.. not to mention his sound.. The music he has co written the Natasha and others is wonderful.. It gets me through the day sometimes...
@im_in_asia_now I know your comment is now 10 years old, but I have to reply with, great analysis. It doesn't help that the lyrics are incorrect in 1 spot. When corrected, it makes the song even deeper. This lyric should be:
@im_in_asia_now I know your comment is now 10 years old, but I have to reply with, great analysis. It doesn't help that the lyrics are incorrect in 1 spot. When corrected, it makes the song even deeper. This lyric should be:
I will lay across the stones Of your shore until the tide comes calling
I will lay across the stones Of your shore until the tide comes calling
The tide (of reality) beckons to him, then eventually crawls back.
The tide (of reality) beckons to him, then eventually crawls back.