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You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are the bood flowing through my fingers
You are the blood that I may see you
That I may see you
You are the blood in me
You are the earth on which I travel
On which I travel
You are the earth under my feet
That I may travel
That I may travel with you
You are the earth on which I write the circumstances
You say what you want from me
You are the solitude that goes against me
That goes against me
You are the quiet in which I dream
In which I sleep, in which I wander
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are the bood flowing through my fingers
You are the blood that I may see you
That I may see you
You are the blood in me
You are the earth on which I travel
On which I travel
You are the earth under my feet
That I may travel
That I may travel with you
You are the earth on which I write the circumstances
You say what you want from me
You are the solitude that goes against me
That goes against me
You are the quiet in which I dream
In which I sleep, in which I wander
Lyrics submitted by Sunset Rubdown
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As WheresPoochie pointed out in their analysis, it's all in the arrangement.
It's about love, death, fear, glory, all those things, I think. And a truly remarkable composition to boot, complete (and replete) with one of the most literally *awesome* codas in modern rock music.
The rest of the song is turbulent but with no words because the man has nothing else to say: he has excepted his fate and will fight to the very end.
And my interpretation has not changed since.
so wonderful
I've never gotten sick of Sufjan but I've been craving something new from him.
I hope his next album sounds something a bit like this.
It's so cool and addicting and I love the message within it even though it wasn't written by him.
love this song.