When I first heard this song, I thought about the mention of leaves in another Wilco song, Ashes of American Flags: "All the fallen leaves, are filling up shopping carts."
Because I heard Ashes in the aftermath of September 11, I visualized "fallen leaves" to be victims jumping out of the Twin Towers. In that same vein, I listen to this song and think about our war in Iraq. (Actually, Iraq had nothing to do with what happened on 9/11, but that is another discussion.)
Should we side with the "leaves" (the fallen), or side with the "seeds" we've sown in the world that caused people to hate Americans so much that all of this happened in the first place.
All of the other imagery in this song reminds me of the ordinary things of everyday American Life that we take for granted. Seeds or leaves? I don't know what the answer is, but whatever those terrorists wanted to accomplish with 9/11, they have caused discord and in-fighting among Americans. No one wins but the thieves.
It might have nothing to do with the artist's intention, but that is what I think about when I listen to this song. It is an audio Rorschach ink-blot.
if anybody has ever lived in chicago, they'll catch another vein in the poem, and those lyrics are definitely poetry. i spent a number of years there and can see the rich inspiration and bitter sweetness of quotidian life there in-and between-every line.
if anybody has ever lived in chicago, they'll catch another vein in the poem, and those lyrics are definitely poetry. i spent a number of years there and can see the rich inspiration and bitter sweetness of quotidian life there in-and between-every line.
When I first heard this song, I thought about the mention of leaves in another Wilco song, Ashes of American Flags: "All the fallen leaves, are filling up shopping carts."
Because I heard Ashes in the aftermath of September 11, I visualized "fallen leaves" to be victims jumping out of the Twin Towers. In that same vein, I listen to this song and think about our war in Iraq. (Actually, Iraq had nothing to do with what happened on 9/11, but that is another discussion.)
Should we side with the "leaves" (the fallen), or side with the "seeds" we've sown in the world that caused people to hate Americans so much that all of this happened in the first place.
All of the other imagery in this song reminds me of the ordinary things of everyday American Life that we take for granted. Seeds or leaves? I don't know what the answer is, but whatever those terrorists wanted to accomplish with 9/11, they have caused discord and in-fighting among Americans. No one wins but the thieves.
It might have nothing to do with the artist's intention, but that is what I think about when I listen to this song. It is an audio Rorschach ink-blot.
if anybody has ever lived in chicago, they'll catch another vein in the poem, and those lyrics are definitely poetry. i spent a number of years there and can see the rich inspiration and bitter sweetness of quotidian life there in-and between-every line.
if anybody has ever lived in chicago, they'll catch another vein in the poem, and those lyrics are definitely poetry. i spent a number of years there and can see the rich inspiration and bitter sweetness of quotidian life there in-and between-every line.