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From the top of the ocean, yeah
From the bottom of the sky, goddamn
Well I get claustrophobic
I can you know that I can
And he said,
"I am not allowed much danger
Keep in line you're an old friend stranger.
You'll burn me in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy."
A rattle snake up in buffalo Montana
He bit the leg of the old sheriff
Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip -Ow! Ow!
Well I might be wrong
But you you tag along
And we we all been wronged
And I get dizzier by the mile
Said hell! The money's spent
Went to the county line
And paid the rent said "Uh-oh."
Oh! If you could compact your conscience
Oh! And you might.
Oh! If you could bottle and sell it you might have done
Oh! And you might
Oh! If you could compact your conscience
And sell it save it for another time
You might have to use it.
And the televisions gone
Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends
And find out the beginning, the end, and the best of it
Well, do you need a lot of what you've got to survive?
Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
He sparkles shimmers shines
Let's all have another Orange Julius
Thick syrup standing in lines
The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
So long, farewell, good-bye
Take 'em all for the long ride
And you'll go around town
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You can be ashamed
Or be so proud of what you've done
But not no one, not now, not ever or anyone
Take 'em all for the sense of happiness
That comes from hurting deep down inside
Or you can walk th line and give a shit
I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this
And its all all wrong, and its all all gone
Well, you can add it up and give a shit
Go to the family doctor
Its all worth it
And its all all gone, and its all all wrong
Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
He sparkles shimmers shines
Let's all have another Orange Julius
Thick syrup standing in lines
The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
So long, farewell, good-bye
And the telephone goes off
Pick to receiver up, try to meet ends
And find out the beginning, the end and the best of it
From the bottom of the sky, goddamn
Well I get claustrophobic
I can you know that I can
And he said,
"I am not allowed much danger
Keep in line you're an old friend stranger.
You'll burn me in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy."
A rattle snake up in buffalo Montana
He bit the leg of the old sheriff
Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip -Ow! Ow!
Well I might be wrong
But you you tag along
And we we all been wronged
And I get dizzier by the mile
Said hell! The money's spent
Went to the county line
And paid the rent said "Uh-oh."
Oh! If you could compact your conscience
Oh! And you might.
Oh! If you could bottle and sell it you might have done
Oh! And you might
Oh! If you could compact your conscience
And sell it save it for another time
You might have to use it.
And the televisions gone
Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends
And find out the beginning, the end, and the best of it
Well, do you need a lot of what you've got to survive?
Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
He sparkles shimmers shines
Let's all have another Orange Julius
Thick syrup standing in lines
The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
So long, farewell, good-bye
Take 'em all for the long ride
And you'll go around town
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You can be ashamed
Or be so proud of what you've done
But not no one, not now, not ever or anyone
Take 'em all for the sense of happiness
That comes from hurting deep down inside
Or you can walk th line and give a shit
I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this
And its all all wrong, and its all all gone
Well, you can add it up and give a shit
Go to the family doctor
Its all worth it
And its all all gone, and its all all wrong
Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
He sparkles shimmers shines
Let's all have another Orange Julius
Thick syrup standing in lines
The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
So long, farewell, good-bye
And the telephone goes off
Pick to receiver up, try to meet ends
And find out the beginning, the end and the best of it
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and it's a shame because i'm listening to that song right know,
and i understand everything so clear
for the first time
Mr Isaack catch my attention and via his music, puts my mind right against his lyrics.
and it hurts and feels good.
i wish i coul write about the way i see this song, "my meaning", but i can't.
'thick syrup
standin' in lines'
When i heard "If you can combat your conscience", i immediately thought of a businessman or something, who works for a company that does horrible things, like bp. But, he simply must combat his conscience, he can have this high paying job. He doesn't need his friends, he can always find new ones (Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends)and has practically his whole life planned for him (And find out the beginning, the end, and the best of it)
He is soon molded into a "perfect" member of society (teeth like god's shoeshine), who has plenty of money (let's all have another orange julius), and who is settled in with life (thick syrup standing in line), and is only focused about his job (The malls are the soon to be ghost towns, well, so long, farewell, goodbye)
The bridge is his conscious fighting back, trying to invoke self-pity and shame (You should be ashamed To be so proud of what you've done)
I don't think religon has anything to do with it, honestly
I can prove my point verse for verse, line for line almost. "Well I get claustrophobic" translates to how a big city, such as Seattle, or LA, is such a small amount of space. The west used to be open and free, but we just cramp ourselves up into these cities where there's little breathing room. Everywhere you look, it's buisnesses, apartments, cars and people. Nothing is open anymore, it's all very claustrophobic.
"Keep in mind you're an old friend, stranger." Think about your neighbors. Now, some people really are good friends with their neighbors, but a lot of people live next to eachother for years and years and never ever talk. Ask yourself, do you know your neighbors? They're always there, but they're complete strangers. Snake in the sheriff simply symbolizes the west's death, as what symbolizes the old west better than a sheriff with a hairlip. The man with teeth like God's shoeshine himself symbolizes industry, modernization, consumerism and the raping of the American Dream. You could call this my interpretation, but frankly, given that the overarching theme of the entire album, and a common theme in Long Drive, is the killing of the old west, I'd say it seems kind of obvious. And it just makes it that much better. I could continue on proving my point on this song, but I'm lazy, and I think I've said enough. Not like anyone's going to read this anyway. Damn SongMeanings, placing the newest content on the last page.
"let's all have another orange julius
thick syrup standing in line"
i have no idea if this is even remotely correct but those lines above remind me of methadone. orange syrup that you have to wait in line to get. and i guess i can see how it could relate to everyone else's opinions about this song. you know like let's get all the heroin addicts (who are using an illegal substance) to switch to methadone (a legal but just as harmful substance) which is controlled by the government. it's a really great image of control over consumers. "well, you guys are no better off now than you were before, but at least now you're buying OUR shit"
just a thought