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Foals in winter coats
White girls of the north
File past one five and one
They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham
The EHS norm
And they could float above the grass
In circles if they tried
A latent power I know they hide
To keep some hope alive
That a girl like I could ever try
Could ever try
So we just skirt the hallway sides
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection
A week of rolling eyes
And cheap shots from the trite
And we're off to Nemarca's porch again
Another afternoon of the goat-head tunes
And pilfered booze
We wander through her mama's house
The milk from a window lights
Family portrait circa '95
This is that foreign land with the sprayed-on tans
And it all feels fine
Be it silk or slime
So when they tap our Monday heads
To zombie-walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our climb
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection
So when they tap our Sunday heads
To zombie-walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth our time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our crime
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection
White girls of the north
File past one five and one
They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham
The EHS norm
And they could float above the grass
In circles if they tried
A latent power I know they hide
To keep some hope alive
That a girl like I could ever try
Could ever try
So we just skirt the hallway sides
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection
A week of rolling eyes
And cheap shots from the trite
And we're off to Nemarca's porch again
Another afternoon of the goat-head tunes
And pilfered booze
We wander through her mama's house
The milk from a window lights
Family portrait circa '95
This is that foreign land with the sprayed-on tans
And it all feels fine
Be it silk or slime
So when they tap our Monday heads
To zombie-walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our climb
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection
So when they tap our Sunday heads
To zombie-walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth our time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our crime
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection
Lyrics submitted by heyheyhey111, edited by Gryphoning, augustgw
Track duration: 04:48
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this link is to a gorgeous acoustic solo of mr. mercer delivering yet another one of his inimitable masterpieces. can any one sing such sneaky, complicated melodies (and lyrics!) with his seemingly effortless prowess? such an utterly normal looking dude, such a dense set of lyrics. such a cherished songwriter of mine. we are so lucky to have him amongst us.
my guy found this performance for me.
the first time he heard the song, years ago, he literally had to pull the car over and surrender to it, such was his astonishment....
anyone else hear the beach boys' influence in there?
(especially on the album version.
and the drums at the beginning of the album version are both reminiscent of the BB's 'Don't Worry Baby' and 'Be my Baby' by the Ronettes.
not that any of those trainspots detract from the glory of this song.
i mean, WHO uses the word FOALS in a song??????
james mercer, goddamn right!
plays throughout one part.
goes throughout one group and another
that is like mystical repression
the public education system norm
to be pressed against their goals
in their own round of trials
they know they hide it
so they can keep hope for future references without being forced in the now
as girl no more than a male
and how individual treatment goes above the main nation body
but we don't care, we only go through specific parts without whole
a success fake and a real flier
we go through linear (failed) processes
without connecting systems to the individual: the 'phantom' and 'fly'
failed tries again
just part of the main embodiment
rapport with friend, we're going to reach our similar selves
more relax and white noise-nostalgia
stolen stuff for not succeeding--stealing reality suppressing what happens within
we find Nemarca's stuff
the eye of success to feed
nostalgia for her predecessors (parents)
foreign objections with plastic feelings
but it's all good for the nostalgia-that-teaches
real or fake--it is the teacher for the individual
they tap EVERYBODY's heads OUR's in ordering commands
to walk the stead with the foals of contradictions
it's not worth it for the steads in relationship
they won't memorize what isn't needed (in reference to hiding their goals and round of trials)
too far in comparison to the 'normal climb'
they step over with precise amounts of ambiguity and hope
they have no connection--the 'Monday Heads' in relationship to the foals
boredom with logic
to be unreal in our own personal steads
not worth it for our personal status and charisma
don't want to memorize so we don't
we create crime and it's 'too far above' those petty ideals
stepping over
without a relationship with our selves.......for being in the end...
Now: I feel this song is about being repressed into a specific educational system. Without a definition for yourself, you are part of the 'Monday Heads' who feel as if you should go hide from yourself while suppressing those idealistic values in order to find nostalgia and an 'almost-plate' of happiness on Sunday. This will do without the educational systems forcing beliefs down your throat in order to gain status for yourself at least by committing crimes to have people feel sorry for you. They won't, however, and it will come down to the end without the connection. There is a slight connection with the foals in their stead being kind of leery in relation to Nemarca. They will follow in their footsteps as the ones who want to be in the right stead in relation (again, I know) to the students.
Other than that you all have very interesting interpretations. Much brighter than I.
I especially like the line, "So when they tap our Sunday heads/to zombie-walk in our stead." He's saying when they graduate and move on another generation will come and do the same things they did.