I hear "Forty paces" instead of "Folding paces." It makes more sense, I think, in the context of the kind of lock-step, mundane-office-job existence that seems to be the theme of this song. Also, for the second-to-last line, I hear "None of all these good things have to be" instead of "Dawn of all..."
I agree with nostalgicBadger's correction of the first part of the verse. However, I can't figure out what I'm hearing on the line that reads here "How long a sitting hands return meant." I know that's not what he's saying because it doesn't make sense, but after several listenings I still can't determine what the real words are. Suggestions?
I heard a lot of changes after dozens of repeat listens. "Caymal" meaning like the Cayman Islands, is one lyric I'm not sure of. But if it's right,it just adds to the brilliance of this song. I believe the song is about our naively going through life accepting the good things and ignoring the evil. However, all of a sudden the evil will strike (40 paces, like a gun fight).
I heard a lot of changes after dozens of repeat listens. "Caymal" meaning like the Cayman Islands, is one lyric I'm not sure of. But if it's right,it just adds to the brilliance of this song. I believe the song is about our naively going through life accepting the good things and ignoring the evil. However, all of a sudden the evil will strike (40 paces, like a gun fight).
Run and hide your head's on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Caymal morning, grey earth dawning
Life in stasis, forty paces,
Run and hide your head's on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Caymal morning, grey earth dawning
Life in stasis, forty paces,
Run and hide your head's on fire
Whirling...
Run and hide your head's on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Caymal morning, grey earth dawning
Life in stasis, forty paces,
To turn away from the night
Allowing the light alone
Is surely fooling yourself
Leaving half on a shelf
You'll never know
How low an angry heart can go (run and hide, your head’s on fire)
Soon, hold on to certain hands returnin’ (run and hide, your head’s on fire)
Run and hide your head's on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Caymal morning, grey earth dawning
Life in stasis, forty paces,
Does anybody else here feel that fear?
When none of all these good things had to be,
Or is it just me?
I hear "Forty paces" instead of "Folding paces." It makes more sense, I think, in the context of the kind of lock-step, mundane-office-job existence that seems to be the theme of this song. Also, for the second-to-last line, I hear "None of all these good things have to be" instead of "Dawn of all..."
I agree with nostalgicBadger's correction of the first part of the verse. However, I can't figure out what I'm hearing on the line that reads here "How long a sitting hands return meant." I know that's not what he's saying because it doesn't make sense, but after several listenings I still can't determine what the real words are. Suggestions?
I heard a lot of changes after dozens of repeat listens. "Caymal" meaning like the Cayman Islands, is one lyric I'm not sure of. But if it's right,it just adds to the brilliance of this song. I believe the song is about our naively going through life accepting the good things and ignoring the evil. However, all of a sudden the evil will strike (40 paces, like a gun fight).
I heard a lot of changes after dozens of repeat listens. "Caymal" meaning like the Cayman Islands, is one lyric I'm not sure of. But if it's right,it just adds to the brilliance of this song. I believe the song is about our naively going through life accepting the good things and ignoring the evil. However, all of a sudden the evil will strike (40 paces, like a gun fight).
Run and hide your head's on fire Whirling masses, rolling ashes Caymal morning, grey earth dawning Life in stasis, forty paces,
Run and hide your head's on fire Whirling masses, rolling ashes Caymal morning, grey earth dawning Life in stasis, forty paces,
Run and hide your head's on fire Whirling...
Run and hide your head's on fire Whirling masses, rolling ashes Caymal morning, grey earth dawning Life in stasis, forty paces,
To turn away from the night Allowing the light alone Is surely fooling yourself Leaving half on a shelf
You'll never know How low an angry heart can go (run and hide, your head’s on fire) Soon, hold on to certain hands returnin’ (run and hide, your head’s on fire)
Run and hide your head's on fire Whirling masses, rolling ashes Caymal morning, grey earth dawning Life in stasis, forty paces,
Does anybody else here feel that fear? When none of all these good things had to be, Or is it just me?