| Dean & Britta – Moonshot Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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My interpretation is that it is about the death of an anthropologist. And more metaphorically, the death of anyone. Dean sings beautiful poetic appreciations of cultural relativism: "I know a girl from a tribe so primitive She can call me up without no telephone" and "an anthropologist he wrote a book he called it "myths of heaven" he's disappeared, his wife is all distraught an angel came and got him (he died) his hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true, his eys were lapis lazuli he spoke in a language oh so primitive that he made sense to me" At first I thought it was another person from a tribe who spoke in a language so primitive that he made sense to the narrator. But now I believe he's saying the anthropologist's book - though written in English (presumably) - spoke in a language or manner so primitive (simple, natural - not the usual negative connotation to primitive) and of truth, compassion and humanity. Just an anthropolgoy major's take on it. |
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