Gallows

Lyric CorrectionIt was just before the moon hung
Her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies
shimmer in the midnight
Flower in the twilight
a Flower in the twilight

And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow

They took him to the gallows,
He fought them all the way though,
And When they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes

And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree

We're waiting by the willow
our milky, milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
our voices in mitosis
our wombs are in the blossoms
our arms are in the branches

And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree

And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow

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General CommentI don't know the circumstances, but it sounds to me like a group of some sort went to take a man to punish him with death for something (maybe he's a criminal or they think he is, anyways). His daughters (or schizophrenic daughter) saw them taking him away and started screaming, and the people found out they were his daughters so they shot them. the talk about the tree is I think just their ghosts remaining in the trees (maybe they lived in a forest)
it makes me think of early america, perhaps salem, personally. something about cocorosie always says witchcraft XD

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General Commentthe new video goes nicely with the story the song is telling. i love it!

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General CommentI think that this song is about their (Sierra's and Bianca's) relationship to Antony Hegarty from Antony and the Johnsons

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General Commentit was just before the moon hung
her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
his tears HAVE TURNED TO poppies
a shimmer in the midnight
a flower in the twilight
a flower in the twilight

and I was screaming
it's in his screaming
I was screaming near
the willow

they took him to the gallows,
he fought them all the way though
and when they asked us how we knew his name
we died just before him
her eyes are in the flowers
her hands are in the branches
her voice is in the breezes

and I was screaming
it's in his screaming
I was screaming near
the willow trees

we're waiting by the willow
her milky, milky cradle
her lock it's long and roasted
HIS PICTURE WORN AND WEATHERED
her hair is in the garden
her voice is in the ?
her RULES are in the blossoms
her eyes are in the branches

and I was screaming
it's in THIS screaming
OUR screaming near
the willow trees

I was screaming
it's in his screaming
I was screaming near
the willow trees

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Lyric Correction it was just before the moon hung
her weary heavy head in
the gallows and the graves of
the milky milky cradle
his tears have turned to poppies
a shimmer in the midnight
a flower in the twilight
a flower in the twilight
and our screaming
in his screaming
our screaming in the willow
they took him to the gallows
he fought them all the way through
and when they asked us how we knew his name
we died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes
(and our screaming...
we're waiting by the willow
our milky milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
the roses in our toeses
our ears are in the blossoms
our eyes are in the branches

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Lyric Correctionit was just before the moon hung
her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
his tears have turned to poppies
a shimmer in the midnight
a flower in the twilight

and her screaming
is in his screaming
her screaming in the willow

they took him to the gallows
he fought them all the way though
and when they asked us how we knew his name
we died just before him
her eyes are in the flowers
her hands are in the branches
her voice is in the breezes

and her screaming
is in his screaming
her screaming in the willow tree

we're waiting by the willow
her milky, milky cradle
her lock it's long and roasted
his picture worn and weathered
her hair is in the garden
her roses in the toeses
her rules are in the blossoms
her eyes are in the branches

and her screaming
is in his screaming
her screaming in the willow tree

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General CommentIts about a love that is so strong that when they (whether it be lovers or sisters) were going to lose the person they took it upon themselves to preform a ritual suicide in order to keep themselves together. the willow tree could represent a place or memory that is significant to the individuals, a place that they felt safe and comfortable with, where they knew they would be reuinited in the afterlife.

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General Comment*Her locket's long and rusted. Her voice is in the donkey's ears.

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My InterpretationSomebody was killed in front of a crowd, maybe they thought he was a criminal or wizard, or maybe he was being sacrificed by witches. His corpse fed the soil and the flowers/trees that were above his grave. He might be haunting the location due to the trauma of his death because it was related to magic.

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