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He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed
He's a dying breed
His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything
She's a dying breed
She's a dying breed
She says I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth
A baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean
Twenty years of clean
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed
He's a dying breed
His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything
She's a dying breed
She's a dying breed
She says I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth
A baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean
Twenty years of clean
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Lyrics submitted by adamanteve
Track duration: 03:30
"20 Years of Snow" as written by Regina Spektor
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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next lyrics are 'the words flow out like holograms"
they coincide
I could very well be wrong but I feel like the daughter is a metaphor for the "father" being sober from alcohol. That his sobriety is "a dying breed" because of his 'wounds' from a woman (for whom he became sober) who he really loved but turns out the relationship was full of lies and or unfaithfulness. Which is why they were just "two strangers looking in each others eyes".
After he finds out the relationship for which he became sober (without feeling obligation and hatred) was all a lie he becomes this "wounded animal".. Animal- angry & emotionally closed off (hence the box). The emotion he's keeping within are emotions so strong thats hes going to combust trying to keep it in (like a match).
When Regina says "hes been wandering around here" I take that she means hes been wandering around the streets full of bars and filth which his purity is now yearning for after what hes going through.
"She (the purity within him) says, I'd prefer the moss (dirt: in his case alcohol)
I'd prefer the mouth (how he wants to injest the dirt/alcohol)
A baby of the swamps (seems like a reference to an unclean woman)
A baby of the south (maybe a whore from NewOrleans to drown out the heartbreak)
when he actually goes in he gets drunk and as he looks around at all the old men wasting away in the bar like he used to. Realizing what he has done he feels ashamed so he stares down at his booze in shame and the label is popping out at him like a hollogram cause he is so drunk.
So drunk in fact that now the booze lable seems to be taunting him to go back to his old way of being happy which was by getting drunk. "feel the waltz.... Feel the waltz". The waltz is an OLD dance and dancing usually signifies HAPPINESS.
Sorry so long but thats wht i got from it =] thanks
Although I don't really understand what the navigators and their mappy maps, or pissing on sugar cubes, have to do with anything, or what they mean.
Well, maybe the navigators and maps and moldy heads are the people who need some outside source telling them where to go, instead of relying on their own head to make decisions.
But pissing on sugar cubes? Still puzzling.
But anyway...yeah. Interesting lyrics, I just can't stand the song.