@ midnightinfernos: you are right about the frame story. I dont remember in which interview exaclty, they were talking about the songs and about this one they said they had two stories in one. So it should be interpreted like that.
"She’s the smoke, she’s dancing fancy pirouettes.
Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette.
She’s steam, laughing on the window panes.
The never-ending swaying haze,
oh that ever smiling maze
oh that ever smiling maze, a ballet."
When I first heard this verse, I imagined a girl dancing in some sort of old night club while a pianist (aka Brendon, my piano man :P ) was playing this song... but now I listen to it again and again and just imagine the cigarrete smoke lifting off the "end of his tragic cigarrete" fading away, making piruettes. But of course I dont think the guys in panic want to talk about smokes so literally, so now I think he really is talking about the inspiration itself. Inspiration being a "she" playing around him, smiling at him, vanishing when she feels like it, making him loose his ideas though "he's lost more to floods". The "curiousity of old crows", it think is about feeling that you were born in the wrong era, I'm not sure how to express that.
And what the piano knows is how to express those ideas that "she", the inspiration, wont tell him.
"I can’t prove this makes any sense, but I sure hope that it does."
The first part, the "hairy" part... well, I haven't figured that one out yet... lol
ps. Sorry if there are grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language.
@ midnightinfernos: you are right about the frame story. I dont remember in which interview exaclty, they were talking about the songs and about this one they said they had two stories in one. So it should be interpreted like that.
"She’s the smoke, she’s dancing fancy pirouettes. Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette. She’s steam, laughing on the window panes. The never-ending swaying haze, oh that ever smiling maze oh that ever smiling maze, a ballet."
When I first heard this verse, I imagined a girl dancing in some sort of old night club while a pianist (aka Brendon, my piano man :P ) was playing this song... but now I listen to it again and again and just imagine the cigarrete smoke lifting off the "end of his tragic cigarrete" fading away, making piruettes. But of course I dont think the guys in panic want to talk about smokes so literally, so now I think he really is talking about the inspiration itself. Inspiration being a "she" playing around him, smiling at him, vanishing when she feels like it, making him loose his ideas though "he's lost more to floods". The "curiousity of old crows", it think is about feeling that you were born in the wrong era, I'm not sure how to express that. And what the piano knows is how to express those ideas that "she", the inspiration, wont tell him.
"I can’t prove this makes any sense, but I sure hope that it does."
The first part, the "hairy" part... well, I haven't figured that one out yet... lol
ps. Sorry if there are grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language.