Everyone always thinks Chris' songs are about love. Well they are, but not THAT kind of love...
This one's about a crow. A crow that flies smack into Chris' window in the morning, breaking its neck in the process, and forcing him to finish it off with a brick in order to spare it additional pain.
A flock of crows is called a MURDER (yeah, a murder of crows; cool, no?). Hence, he sings, "She lived like a murder how she'd fly so sweetly... but she died just like suicide."
Let me explicate further:
"Heard it from another room, eyes were waking up, just to fall asleep." It's early and he's sleeping; he hears the crow smack into his window, from the other room. "Dazed out in a garden bed with a broken neck lays my broken gift." He finds the wounded crow outside, like an odd little gift, lying dazed in the garden bed below the window. "Bit down on the bullet now, had a taste so sour, had to think of something sweet... with an ounce of pain, I wield a ton of rage... and my last ditch was my last brick, leant to finish her." He bites the bullet and decides, out of humanity, to finish the crow off and end its suffering; he picks up a brick from the garden and does it. "With eyes of blood and bitter blue, how I feel for you." He feels really, really, really bad.
Everyone always thinks Chris' songs are about love. Well they are, but not THAT kind of love...
This one's about a crow. A crow that flies smack into Chris' window in the morning, breaking its neck in the process, and forcing him to finish it off with a brick in order to spare it additional pain.
A flock of crows is called a MURDER (yeah, a murder of crows; cool, no?). Hence, he sings, "She lived like a murder how she'd fly so sweetly... but she died just like suicide."
Let me explicate further:
"Heard it from another room, eyes were waking up, just to fall asleep." It's early and he's sleeping; he hears the crow smack into his window, from the other room. "Dazed out in a garden bed with a broken neck lays my broken gift." He finds the wounded crow outside, like an odd little gift, lying dazed in the garden bed below the window. "Bit down on the bullet now, had a taste so sour, had to think of something sweet... with an ounce of pain, I wield a ton of rage... and my last ditch was my last brick, leant to finish her." He bites the bullet and decides, out of humanity, to finish the crow off and end its suffering; he picks up a brick from the garden and does it. "With eyes of blood and bitter blue, how I feel for you." He feels really, really, really bad.
And decides to write a song about it.
That's amazing
That's amazing