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Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and and harbor-sorts who hang around in ports a lot
Here's where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Is brushed upon the Uralic syntax's
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
First it wanes and then it waxes
So procreate and pay your taxes
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven thank the heavens for their elasticity
And as for those who live and die for astronomy
Know when to stand or when to sit
Can't stand to stand can't stand to sit
Now who would want to know this
Click
Click
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Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Pray tell
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity
And as for those who live and die from numerology
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and and harbor-sorts who hang around in ports a lot
Here's where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Is brushed upon the Uralic syntax's
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
First it wanes and then it waxes
So procreate and pay your taxes
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven thank the heavens for their elasticity
And as for those who live and die for astronomy
Know when to stand or when to sit
Can't stand to stand can't stand to sit
Now who would want to know this
Click
Click
Click
Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Who wants to look upon this
Who wants to look upon this
Pray tell
Pray tell
Tenuousness
Less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity
And as for those who live and die from numerology
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[I'm going stanza by stanza here]
The intro creates an association between the song's namesake (which means "what a drag!") with intellectuals.
The next bit describes such an intellectual with some pretty powerful imagery, like someone who has been thinking (scratching their beard) so much that they have become exhausted (their chin has been rubbed off!), and equating the brutal friction of sharpening an ax to 'brushing up' on some of the oldest syntax's (as though its that simple) makes our model intellectual into a self-parody.
The next part shows the implications of such perpetuating inquiry, illustrated as a waxing and waning axis where you are nothing but a small gear that must serve your societal function of procreating and paying taxes to keep the machine running.
This next stanza is the most abstract, as it introduces some neurological references. The meaning of the numbers may be interpreted many different ways, but I think Bird was simply using them as arbitrary poetic sounding figures that make it seem like he's spelling out some equation, and he can do this without having to back it up ("...get[ting] away with murder..." as Bird himself has put it) because of the elasticity of the heavens. This elasticity image also reminds me how malleable the substance of imagination is. "Those who live and die..." self explanatory if you've been following along my opinion.
The rest of the lines before the repeating stanza are used to further paint the picture of *click* compulsive thinking, *click* uneasiness, *tic* and the harrowing products of scientific advancement.
I'd like to know that the move from astronomy to numerology produces a historical timeline of human inquiry within the song, to follow up on the origins of language which introduce the song. If there were an order to fields of study, communication then looking to the heavens then counting things seems logical.
I feel like "love of hate acts as an axis" is a world war refrence.
afterwards he explained that hobis-hots was a word in a made-up language that he and his friend had created when they were young...that most of the words they made up were just swears and insults and such...but that it rhymed with greek cypriots, which he "was really very determined to get into a song"
i mean, i love this song, but i'm really hoping that andrew bird didn't know what that was when he wrote it...