I think this song is about departing from the religious view.
Somberly, somberly linger lie long early
[Somberly, somberly you linger in church and lie and it is so long and you want to leave early or arrive early.]
Grateful our cold memories bide
For the plentiful times that,
That her eagerly death had had
Counter intuitive thunder ride
[Thinking about all the times death made us question whether there is a god. That death should strike as it does is counter intuitive to having a loving god. Yet we tell god that we are grateful.]
Clean my sparkling teeth
Brush down my sparkling sides
Thy nervous blood will become undone
From impiety as pounding ideas
[Getting ready for church as a little girl, the blood of Christ will be left behind as we disregard the faith for new more intriguing mindset.]
Some shattering find for this candor to die
[mimicking people who are shocked, like it should come as a surprise when we drop out act of believing.]
Plug up your wormholes and give them, to feeders and spirits be freer
[give our sense our mind to the faith — feeders = the people receiving the Eucharist, and the church says this makes you free, shackling yourself.]
Plug up your wormholes and give them, to feeders and spirits be freer
and freer and broil and toil and foil dies
Scallop the breastbone, roll in toll and grow old the long winter in it
Think not what the season will become
Breathe truthfully at the garden glen,
that grew masterfully over your withering son
[This one is harder for me to put into words. I get the sense of this same theme but I can’t really explain it coherently. It sounds like it is toting the fact leaving brings one into a better world.
Beat open bed bugs,
Stand when you do it
[Commanding you on who to attack and what to do
Commanding people on their postion — sit, kneel, stand as in church. This is mimicking the church]
I think this song is about departing from the religious view.
Somberly, somberly linger lie long early [Somberly, somberly you linger in church and lie and it is so long and you want to leave early or arrive early.] Grateful our cold memories bide
For the plentiful times that, That her eagerly death had had Counter intuitive thunder ride [Thinking about all the times death made us question whether there is a god. That death should strike as it does is counter intuitive to having a loving god. Yet we tell god that we are grateful.]
Clean my sparkling teeth Brush down my sparkling sides Thy nervous blood will become undone From impiety as pounding ideas [Getting ready for church as a little girl, the blood of Christ will be left behind as we disregard the faith for new more intriguing mindset.]
Some shattering find for this candor to die [mimicking people who are shocked, like it should come as a surprise when we drop out act of believing.] Plug up your wormholes and give them, to feeders and spirits be freer
[give our sense our mind to the faith — feeders = the people receiving the Eucharist, and the church says this makes you free, shackling yourself.]
Plug up your wormholes and give them, to feeders and spirits be freer and freer and broil and toil and foil dies Scallop the breastbone, roll in toll and grow old the long winter in it Think not what the season will become Breathe truthfully at the garden glen, that grew masterfully over your withering son [This one is harder for me to put into words. I get the sense of this same theme but I can’t really explain it coherently. It sounds like it is toting the fact leaving brings one into a better world.
Beat open bed bugs, Stand when you do it [Commanding you on who to attack and what to do Commanding people on their postion — sit, kneel, stand as in church. This is mimicking the church]