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(Well
sometimes
I think that you
meet someone
you
give and you give
and you give until there's nothing left
no matter what
it's never
ever going to be good enough for them)
Drove up to the river with the barrel in the back of the trunk,
the grilled cheese that Karen ??? hung out in front.
Mr. Merle and Johnny Cash swear I'm leaving at once,
punched the gas the leaves all laugh,
the wind wheezes and coughs.
The water wash sprays off, pinpricked my lips.
Wet wood framed moonlight, barely barrel of slits.
Came too far to watch it drift off now I can,
let my ship slide along right off that cliff,
right off the cliff,
right off the cliff.
Could have set you to rest,
I could have told you that I loved you to death.
Make a million memories, you talk in wasted breath.
Wave my hat and beat my chest while listening 'til it hits,
you love the mess, I'll give you one that you never forget.
A man of letters knows the best of broken needs and frayed respects,
the promise catch a cloud of breath and foggy ?inuit/inward? scent
Hands that get and hands that beg and hands that always forget,
count on tips but never ever can you count on the catch.
Count on the catch,
count on the catch.
My little ship drifts with the leaves and water spraying across the lips,
Mr. Moon's good work blue earthmen kissed,
two ships soft hiss in the sparkling mist,
that old lift in your falling chest just before the hit.
I never thought it'd come to this my parents never taught me to drift,
something I learned watching bridges burn down to sticks,
there's nothing left but a mess of splinters flailing limbs,
the water sounds just like the record's end.
Just like the record's end.
Just like the record's end.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no...
sometimes
I think that you
meet someone
you
give and you give
and you give until there's nothing left
no matter what
it's never
ever going to be good enough for them)
Drove up to the river with the barrel in the back of the trunk,
the grilled cheese that Karen ??? hung out in front.
Mr. Merle and Johnny Cash swear I'm leaving at once,
punched the gas the leaves all laugh,
the wind wheezes and coughs.
The water wash sprays off, pinpricked my lips.
Wet wood framed moonlight, barely barrel of slits.
Came too far to watch it drift off now I can,
let my ship slide along right off that cliff,
right off the cliff,
right off the cliff.
Could have set you to rest,
I could have told you that I loved you to death.
Make a million memories, you talk in wasted breath.
Wave my hat and beat my chest while listening 'til it hits,
you love the mess, I'll give you one that you never forget.
A man of letters knows the best of broken needs and frayed respects,
the promise catch a cloud of breath and foggy ?inuit/inward? scent
Hands that get and hands that beg and hands that always forget,
count on tips but never ever can you count on the catch.
Count on the catch,
count on the catch.
My little ship drifts with the leaves and water spraying across the lips,
Mr. Moon's good work blue earthmen kissed,
two ships soft hiss in the sparkling mist,
that old lift in your falling chest just before the hit.
I never thought it'd come to this my parents never taught me to drift,
something I learned watching bridges burn down to sticks,
there's nothing left but a mess of splinters flailing limbs,
the water sounds just like the record's end.
Just like the record's end.
Just like the record's end.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big bang there's no...
Lyrics submitted by SecondFig
Track duration: 04:20
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in regards to the end of the song:
there's nothing left but a mess of splinters, flailing limbs,
the water sounds just like the record's end.
Just like the record's end.
Just like the record's end.
There's no big bang there's no big mess,
there's no big parade no big cheques.
It's not about him coming to terms with his death/the death of the relationship, or learning to live with things, just a description of the end. Quiet, insignificant, unnoticed by the outside world. All that's left in the end is a small mess that gets swept away in the swirling waters.
This song just reminds me of getting everything BACK to nothing. Big bang could be taken to reference creation as well as destruction/suicide or even just plain emotion. Without it? This 'nothing'.
Maybe...
Else maybe just having to feel NOTHING for a while, in order to get over something big, something painful, something you never thought you could get over.
I don't know.
Just
damn incredible song. One of my favourite songs ever, at the moment (things may change with time, I have only recently started listening to this band) but I just love how they sound, and how their music effects my moods/reflects them.
Could have set you to rest,
I could have told you that I loved you to death.
Make a million memories, you talk in wasted breath.
Wave my hat and beat my chest while listening 'til it hits,
you love the mess, I'll give you one that you never forget.
Make a million memories, you talk in wasted breath.
Wave my hat and beat my chest while listening 'til it hits,
you love the mess, I'll give you one that you never forget.'
A song to not kill yourself to.
"Your lovliness"
I really think it goes
"You love the mess? I'll give you one that you'll never forget."
As in a mess of himself after riding a barrel off of Niagara Falls.
In the end, he survives the fall (no big bang, no big mess), which I think mimics thinking you'll never get over someone, and then slowly learning to live with things.
I'm not at all sure, but it sounds like he's describing going over a waterfall in a barrel - as a way out, an end. A love gone wrong that he's escaping...?