Oh Andrew, bringing back that "time is a crooked bow" line from "Armchairs"... I love you for that, but you have to start confusing my meaning by throwing an "archer" reference into the line before, you violinist you.
That said, I adore this tune. Would love to hear what others make of it. It's still too fresh for me to get a good grasp on deeper meaning, though Andrew pontificating on the forces that we can't perceive which seem to sometimes control life (and relationships) and the way that when we revisit in memories later in life, they can be distorted and altered to meet our preferred point of view seems like a good place to start. Oh, that forgetting, embellishing, lying machine.
There's a clue about this towards the end: "How it all came to this, I simply can't recall [...] I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all". At the end of a relationship, the narrator is reflecting on the unreliable nature of memory. "Who owns the master?" he wonders -- how can one verify what really happened?
There's a clue about this towards the end: "How it all came to this, I simply can't recall [...] I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all". At the end of a relationship, the narrator is reflecting on the unreliable nature of memory. "Who owns the master?" he wonders -- how can one verify what really happened?
There's also some reflection on the seeming inevitability of history and repeating our past mistakes, with lines like "History repeats itself [...] Come on, tell us something we don't know" and "They say all good things must...
There's also some reflection on the seeming inevitability of history and repeating our past mistakes, with lines like "History repeats itself [...] Come on, tell us something we don't know" and "They say all good things must come to an end", etc.
Oh Andrew, bringing back that "time is a crooked bow" line from "Armchairs"... I love you for that, but you have to start confusing my meaning by throwing an "archer" reference into the line before, you violinist you.
That said, I adore this tune. Would love to hear what others make of it. It's still too fresh for me to get a good grasp on deeper meaning, though Andrew pontificating on the forces that we can't perceive which seem to sometimes control life (and relationships) and the way that when we revisit in memories later in life, they can be distorted and altered to meet our preferred point of view seems like a good place to start. Oh, that forgetting, embellishing, lying machine.
There's a clue about this towards the end: "How it all came to this, I simply can't recall [...] I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all". At the end of a relationship, the narrator is reflecting on the unreliable nature of memory. "Who owns the master?" he wonders -- how can one verify what really happened?
There's a clue about this towards the end: "How it all came to this, I simply can't recall [...] I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all". At the end of a relationship, the narrator is reflecting on the unreliable nature of memory. "Who owns the master?" he wonders -- how can one verify what really happened?
There's also some reflection on the seeming inevitability of history and repeating our past mistakes, with lines like "History repeats itself [...] Come on, tell us something we don't know" and "They say all good things must...
There's also some reflection on the seeming inevitability of history and repeating our past mistakes, with lines like "History repeats itself [...] Come on, tell us something we don't know" and "They say all good things must come to an end", etc.