The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
All the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captains' worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They'll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
Hear them whispering French and German
Dutch, Italian, and Latin
When no one's looking I catch a sculpture marble,
Cold, and soft as satin
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price you pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs
They're just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing
They will stay there in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price you pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
They will stay there forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
They keep trying to row away
And the captains' worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They'll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
Hear them whispering French and German
Dutch, Italian, and Latin
When no one's looking I catch a sculpture marble,
Cold, and soft as satin
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price you pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs
They're just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing
They will stay there in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
First there's lights out, then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless
There's a price you pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
They will stay there forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
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All the Rowboats Lyrics as written by Regina Spektor
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On a superficial level, in "All the Rowboats", Regina seems to be lamenting for the timeless masterpieces that are serving maximum sentences in galleries which are likened to tombs and mausoleums in the song's chorus. It's definitely an interesting perspective.
However, I feel that she's also talking about artists who do not want to be ogled at and celebrated the way these masterpieces are. They want to share their art with the world but they don't want special treatment nor the celebrity status. They don't want to be cut off from the world. Their art is formed from their life experiences - from their connection with the rest of the world - and if they are placed in a metaphorical glass coffin, they'll forget how to live and therefore, they'll forget how to sing.
Another undertone that keeps hitting me is how those attending these galleries - the people speaking various languages - aren't there to experience the art but to merely view them, whisper their judgment and pass on to the next item on display, almost cheapening the works of the artists who put their heart and soul into their work not to have them be judged but to be "experienced". The result is a sterile environment in which these masterpieces are trapped to the judgmental of the casual onlookers.
I feel like I'm only scratching the surface here, though. There's much more to it that I can't quite articulate (the words just aren't coming) but I hope I can just click "like" on a comment where someone does articulate what I feel like I'm unable to say (not to discredit the various interesting views we have on here already, 'course).
I partially agree on that point you take about real masterpieces being celebrated, though I feel there is a dark and sad fate for an artist that your work becomes so good and timeless that it becomes unreachable for most people by being locked up in a museum, for whatever reason that may happen.<br /> <br /> I don't know if anyone else has noticed the "grave diggers" theme by regina. Thats something that I've asociated with the title of the song but anyway it might be over analizing and makes me feel a little crazy to think of it LOL. But it was actually my first impression when I heard the song, though overtime I've noticed other more imortant themes here.<br /> <br /> Love the song, I'm a violinist and theres something about "Art" and "professional" "academic" music that there really is to pitty about.
I think there’s a message here deeper than our tactless treatment of great art. She’s lamenting our inability to understand/interpret it. That’s why she writes, “Hear them whispering, French and German/ Dutch, Italian and Latin.” It’s especially significant that she mentions Latin, which is considered a “dead language.” She later proceeds to say, “But the most special are the most lonely”: the deepest, most complicated artwork are the most misunderstood. Then, “God, I pity the violins/ In the glass ocffins, they keep coughin’/ They’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing.” Here she presents a picture of death. People’s failure to understand great art is causing its detrioration…we’ve reached the point where we can no longer produce anything artistic (“singing” is a metaphor for the creation of art). BEAUTIFUL song. I’ve just discovered Regina Spektor and have been listening to her songs all day in addition to hanging around songmeanings.net (because I don’t understand a lot of them, ha). I should really get back to doing my humanities paper on Dostoevsky…Ugh, procrastination. But Regina’s music is a worthwhile distraction!
Well actually it makes more sense to say that the violins have "forgotten how to sing" because we've been neglecting them...We spend all our time on the other side of the glass, merely admiring what we don't understand, and have stopped creating...the violins could represent the artistic side of man. And it is that side of us that is dying.
I think this song is about more than just artwork, and things that you find in museums. It's about our tendency to keep beautiful or interesting things locked up, when they should be open and free for everyone to enjoy.
However, the tragic part is, while we admire and enjoy beautiful things, we also destroy them (the forests, nature, pieces of art, etc), sometimes purposely, sometimes not. So, it's probably best that those things are kept locked up so they can be preserved for future generations.
I would concur with this. A violin without music ceases to be a violin. It resembles the object, but it no longer shares its purpose.
so far this comment is the one that i agree the most, but also tells me that the incarceration of the real art pieces is beacuse they hold the truth of freedom, and yet there is an interest on slaving people keeping away this truth.
love this song,reminds me of the d.h lawrence quote: "museums, object-lessons rigged out to illustrate the unsound theories of archaeologists, crazy attempts to co-ordinate and get into a fixed order that which has no fixed order and will not be co-coordinated! It is sickening! Why must all experience be systematized? A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch."
I don't agree with the sentiment either,I love museums.
It's actually "hear them whisper, French and German", not whispering. :)
It sounds a lot like whispering, though.. :c
As far as a deeper interpretation, I feel like there might be a subtle observation on celebrity. Being a celebrity forces you to live in a glass case. The more special you are the less you are free to engage with others randomly in society and the more entombed you become. To an extreme, a person might forget how to sing\forget how to live because they are so far disengaged because their existence is one of preservation, not freedom.
This song strikes me as a lamentation that creation is a finite process and that when a piece is complete, it dies in a way. When a painter makes his last stroke, no matter how great the painting, the picture is simply behind him. Nothing to add, nothing to change, its fate is simply to exist.
like regina said herself, this is about someone who wants liberate all of the artwork in a museum because they thought it was trapped, and in pain. she does not agree.
haha that's my favorite part of the recording, when she pauses and says, "...I do not agree." very matter-of-factly.
where does she says that?<br /> Maybe you have another recording of that song?<br /> Mine's from 1/26/2005
Can you lead me to this recording? I would love to hear her say that!
I would like to hear that recording as well!
this song is very straight forward...and i love the imagery.....its so clear.... the artwork is imprisoned for being great....it is paraded and chained..... and the meaning of art is to be free and art should be a release
but i stilll wonder if there is a deeper meaning??
Just my impression, the song could also apply to relationships in which one person is initially attracted to the other because of their talent and creativity. A partner who becomes domineering, jealous and confining can sabotage the other's freedom of expression.
Yes there is definately a deeper meaning,but I haven't deciphered it yet other than a homage to creativity.
LOL...And just what do we mean here by "freedom of expression"....paint by numbers or some serious let me dip my brush in your can ;) Thanks for the good laugh.