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Stone cutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered tender
Piled high
In which to take along.
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here.
When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes
We can be thankful
Ooh aah ooh
When the mountaineers
Saw that everything fit, they were
Glad and so they took off
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
The village used to be all one really needs
That's filled with hundreds and hundreds of
Chemicals that mostly surround you
You wish to flee but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to me
Oh, oh, oh and when the morning comes,
We will step outside
We will not find another man inside
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so long
Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name
Had changed into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
1891
They looked around the forest
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stones
Oh, they're a little like you, and
They're a little like me
When they're falling me
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
(This place)
(This place)
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
(When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with)
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered tender
Piled high
In which to take along.
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here.
When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes
We can be thankful
Ooh aah ooh
When the mountaineers
Saw that everything fit, they were
Glad and so they took off
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
The village used to be all one really needs
That's filled with hundreds and hundreds of
Chemicals that mostly surround you
You wish to flee but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to me
Oh, oh, oh and when the morning comes,
We will step outside
We will not find another man inside
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so long
Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name
Had changed into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
1891
They looked around the forest
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stones
Oh, they're a little like you, and
They're a little like me
When they're falling me
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
(This place)
(This place)
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
(When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with)
Lyrics submitted by wethevehicles, edited by LisLemon
Track duration: 04:47
"Roscoe" as written by Eric Pulido, Paul Alexander, Eric Nichelson, Tim Smith, Mckenzie Smith
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BUG MUSIC
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and the bridge is
'they roamed around and foraged' not 'they looked out the forrest'
and it just kicks off the concept album i think. which is about a character from 1890's i guess.
In the chorus, it should read, "Thought we were due for a change or two..." not "Thought we were devoid a change or two..."
Second verse should read, "The village used to be all one really needs. Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals" (this seems to lament the increasing pollution within modern day "village" life)
Later in that verse, it should read, "We will not find another man in sight..." not "another man inside." They have stepped out and are looking at the uninhabited world. A bit later in that stanza, it should read, "struggling in our gardens for so long..." not "soaking in our gardens for so long."
And at the end, just before the final refrain, it should read, "They're a little like you, and they're a little like me. We have all we need." It's not "When they're falling me."
Hope that helps clear up some of the meaning questions. Great song.
Not to throw a monkey wrench in the theorizing, but check this out. Have you ever heard of "Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles" in the L.A. area? Well, I have been to the one in Pasadena, and let me tell you it has some delicious southern-style home cooking. To the point though. The full name is actually "Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles". Not many people know this. What are they working on in the song, "Roscoe"? Well, houses. Fixing a roof leak, which they do in the song, is like what? Let me answer for you. It is like satiating an appetite, which one does by "working" (aka eating) at the waffle house. What type of material do the mountaineers use at the beginning of the song? Stone. They are stonecutters. What happens to an overcooked waffle? It becomes like stone, and if you want any chance of eating it you would need to cut it. The "timber gathered" in the song refers most likely to the wood paneled walls inside the waffle house. Aunt Rosaline is like Aunt Jemima, and what is Aunt Jemima? Syrup. What do you put on waffles? Syrup. The parallels are uncanny. The "mixed up" part is obviously a reference to mixing up orders. What happens at a restaurant when you are given the wrong dish? It is said by the waiter or waitress, "I must have mixed up your order," or by the patron "They mixed up my order." For instance, maybe you asked for syrup, and they didn't bring any. You are then presently waiting for syrup aka Aunt Jemima aka Aunt Rosaline, as in the song. It all circles back. "When the morning comes we will step outside" refers to waking up early to go to "Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles". Since you went so early you "will not find another man inside". The "newness" either refers to the cleanliness of the restaurant since it's early in the morning, it just opened, and has not had time to get sullied, or the people "stepping outside" are heading to a new waffle house location. "Growing in the garden soaking for so long" refers to all the built up thoughts the people who "stepped outside" had about going to Roscoe's waffle house. It could also refer to the fresh collard greens that had just been steaming in water, freshly "chosen" from the garden. "Something more productive like Roscoe" I think refers to the owner of the restaurants, who is obviously productive, featuring a diverse and expansive menu at four unique locations. 1891 I am not sure about since "Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles" opened in 1975, but the difference between 1891 and 1975 equals 84 years. If you say the lyrics "1891/They looked around the forest/They made their house from cedars" really fast it starts to jumble together and sound like "eighty-four years." This is probably what the writer from the Nebraskan was talking about when he said the song unites past and present. "Eighty-four years" brings us to the establishment of Roscoe's waffle house, which is what the whole song is based off.
Stone cutters made them from stone chosen specially for you and I
-he is talking about the common law, the only TRUE law in America to this very day.
The mountaineers gathered timber piled high
In which to take along
Travelling many miles knowing they'd get here
-he's talking about the politicians creating statutes that merely act as laws, these are the timbers. They are not permanent, stone laws. They came here from England and Europe with a plan. Prepared with specific statutes to create their new government that wouldn't fall like the royal governments dide.
When they got here all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes we can be thankful
- He's talking about how they patched up a lot of conflicts through the statutes they created which the common laws really didn't cover specifically enough. Now that it's all patched up, we can be thankful but it's elusive as the song explains.....
When the mountaineers saw that everything fit
They were glad and so they took off
-quite simply they headed back to England and Europe. Benjamin Franklin, John Adams etc.
Thought we were due for a change
Or two around this place
When they got back they're all mixed up
With no one to stay with
-They return home and are confused. They felt a true freedom and now they're back to the enslavement of their government which they have now tricked the new world into adapting. They no longer have a sense of belonging or who they really are anymore.
The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals
That mostly surround you, you wish to flee
But it's not like you so listen to me listen to me
-Before being corrupted by the leak patchers, the villagers would work thing out together, like a huge family. Now that they've been corrupted with dozens and dozens of confusing, seemingly toxic statutes that work off the simple, common laws, everyone just wants to escape.
But it's their home and all they know, they can't bear to leave so they stay.
Oh and when the morning comes
We will step outside
We will not find another man in sight
We like the newness the newness of all
That has grown in our garden
Struggling for so long
-The new day comes and are we no longer men? That which has grown in our home after struggling for so long. Basically they can't decide if they're still free men and if the changes are good or bad
Whenever I was a child
I wonder what if my name had changed
Into something more productive
Like Roscoe been born in 1891
Waiting with my aunt Roslein
-Realizing with what the mountaineers did, he is now just a child. A Roscoe is a gun in those times. I think what he's really saying is it seems only violence would be productive way to try and fight back against what has been done to their once free, happy village.
More or less I would bet I'm dead on and this is eluded to in the music video where we see the cultic mason characters in the hooded cloaks. The album cover eludes to this as well. There is probably some significance to the date 1891 that I am missing as well as the name Roslein which he pronounces Rose-eh-lin.
I might not be exact in all parts but more or less, this is what the song is about.
Stone cutters made them from stones
Chosen especially for me and you = There rules
The mountaineers gathered timber piled high
In which to take along
Travelling many miles knowing they'd get here = Those that would enforce these laws preparing before coming here
When they got here all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started = Patching the faults in the ruling system
And now when the rain comes we can be thankful = Contradictory, it's about being submissive to them
When the mountaineers saw that everything fit
They were glad and so they took off = The system in place, they were able to leave the rulers to rule
Thought we were due for a change
Or two around this place
When they got back they're all mixed up
With no one to stay with = They came here, saw how things were, enjoyed the live but imposed the change and when they returned to the life they forced upon those here, they were suddenly confused and no longer felt they belong.
Referring to some of the founding fathers that returned to England.
The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals
That mostly surround you, you wish to flee
But it's not like you so listen to me listen to me = The village took care of the village but now it's been polluted by the stone cutters and mountaineers. You want to run away to the freedom you once knew but it's your home and you're compelled to stay.
1891 they roamed around and foraged
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stone
Well they're a little like you
Adn they're a little like me
We have all we need
= talking about how we are similar but our rules were perishable made from cedars, there's were not being made of stone.
Roscoe is a gun. If he were a gun he'd be more productive in fighting these people.
I'm sure I'm not exact but close enough. He's talking about the good life and freedom that we once had and how it was stolen and corrupted by who we thought came here to help us. In the end, everyone has a peaceful dinner and parts ways which is ultimately what we all desire with these people. To have peace with one another and for them to go away.
Things need to be changed now
such ideas are now defunct?
My own small mind was once all I needed
but now I'm off my head on reality disassociations
subjective and objective
listen to your friend in this time of need
listen to those who care for you
after the darkest hour before the dawn
with the sun
step out
you will find yourself
revival of the mind
growth
life
after your struggle within
I am always of a child
wonder
my band makes me a productive person
Roscoe
1891
I WAS HERE BEFORE
With my surrogate carers who shaped me
angling my gib
Things need to be changed now
such is now the questioning with clarity
I know exactly who my people are
where they came from
how they built
their minds
Things need to be changed now
such ideas are now being undermined
in this place of my experience and existence
such ideas are now being questioned
by fate and destiny
created great legacies of thinking, thought paradigms, philosophies and ideas
for us inner lifers who desire richness of vista
and on the shoulders of such great mountains of endeavour
their fires and furnaces of imagination
their material ephemeral tools for human interpretations of existence were stored
taken along by a survivalist sensibility for such legacies of the humanities
and mindfully delivered through the agents' histories
in the insightful knowledge that such hopefullness can inspire persuit of personal truth
and betterment for the common good
damaged by such journeys, rejections, destructions, deconstructions and reconstructions
the ever living legacies of the pioneers of universalities
still have the power to strenghten the houses of our minds
weakened by our own sentiencies, our hardships of cogniscence and consciouness
and by way of their philosophies
we can nearly stand upright on the shoulders of their insights and thank our lucky stars
for the safe harbour of ephemeral reference their work gives those of us in need
an anchor point in the storm