This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
If we can call them friends then we can call them on their telephones
And they won't pretend that they're too busy or that they're not alone
And if we can call them friends then we can call
Holler at them down these hallowed halls
Just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor
At all
Don't, don't you worry, about the atmosphere
Or any sudden pressure change
Cause I know
That it's starting to get warm in here
And things are starting to get strange
And did you, did you see how all of our friends were there
And they're drinking roses from the can?
And how, how I wish I, I had talked to them,
And I wish they fit into the plan
And we were tired of being mild
We were so tired of being mild
And we were tired
I know we're going to meet some day
In the crumbled financial institutions of this land
There will be tables and chairs
There'll be pony rides and dancing bears
There'll even be a band
Cause listen, after the fall there will be no more countries
No currencies at all, we're gonna live on our wits
We're gonna throw away survival kits,
Trade butterfly-knives for adderal
And that's not all
Ooh-ooh, there will be snacks there will
There will be snacks, there will be snacks.
And we were tired of being mild,
We were so tired of being mild,
And we were (we were so) tired
So don't you,
Don't you worry
About the atmosphere.
And they won't pretend that they're too busy or that they're not alone
And if we can call them friends then we can call
Holler at them down these hallowed halls
Just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor
At all
Don't, don't you worry, about the atmosphere
Or any sudden pressure change
Cause I know
That it's starting to get warm in here
And things are starting to get strange
And did you, did you see how all of our friends were there
And they're drinking roses from the can?
And how, how I wish I, I had talked to them,
And I wish they fit into the plan
And we were tired of being mild
We were so tired of being mild
And we were tired
I know we're going to meet some day
In the crumbled financial institutions of this land
There will be tables and chairs
There'll be pony rides and dancing bears
There'll even be a band
Cause listen, after the fall there will be no more countries
No currencies at all, we're gonna live on our wits
We're gonna throw away survival kits,
Trade butterfly-knives for adderal
And that's not all
Ooh-ooh, there will be snacks there will
There will be snacks, there will be snacks.
And we were tired of being mild,
We were so tired of being mild,
And we were (we were so) tired
So don't you,
Don't you worry
About the atmosphere.
Lyrics submitted by kemekongka
Tables and Chairs Lyrics as written by Andrew Wegman Bird
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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trade butterfly-knives for adderal we were tired of being mild
i think this song is about it being the last day of earth (in some form or another) and the narrator has to choose the one person he wants to spend the rest of his remaining time with, and in doing so he has other realizations about just what "friends" are.
"if we can call them friends then we can call them on their telephones/and they won't pretend that they're too busy or that they're not alone"
This part is really delightfully simple and sweet.
pheonix: thanks for the spot, now that i listen to it, it's definitively mild and not mired. and adderal does fit in.
do i run rare? (
right, guess i'll just pick up where i left off, seeing how songmeanings hates me ever so much:
do i run rare? (loving the newsom reference) i love that part as well, in fact, the first "verse" is what made me obsess over this song for so long.
"just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor" is just amazingly pretty
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*on red telephones **there'll even be a band
i think the album sort of builds up to this song and that this is about heaven of some sort.
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...
...
I know we're gonna meet someday-"
That part is awesome.