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There is a crow moon comin' in well you keep looking out
It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in
Lets watch phenomenon's that rise out of the darkness now
Within the light she is my storming heroin
And old machine's abandoned by the ancient racists and
I hear them hummin' down below and hollow earth
Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to
But just for now I let the spring and storm return
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away
I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today
He's just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
Let's open up the windows have Satan departin' now
And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail
Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now
If he's a white one or a black one on the trail
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in
Lets watch phenomenon's that rise out of the darkness now
Within the light she is my storming heroin
And old machine's abandoned by the ancient racists and
I hear them hummin' down below and hollow earth
Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to
But just for now I let the spring and storm return
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away
I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today
He's just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
Let's open up the windows have Satan departin' now
And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail
Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now
If he's a white one or a black one on the trail
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
Lyrics submitted by mroberts940, edited by younameit, quarrelina
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"The Wild Hunt" as written by Kristian Matsson
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Because of our amazing brains, a human usually experiences life as a narrative centering around a self. Our attention is largely occupied by the meaning we create and interpret in human-sized events -- e.g. a conversation, a relationship, a song, a party, an election, trouble at work. These are the things we generally experience as important.
But there are events of much greater magnitude going-on all the time that human consciousness has difficulty computing. The water cycle on earth. The passage of energy from the sun to plant storage to animal respiration to behavior to decomposition to further storage or respiration. The genetic evolution of species over hundreds of millions of years, and ongoing. Every individual human is a tiny participating speck in each of these, and we learn that in science class, but rarely do we experience ourselves or our lives from that perspective.
The writer of this song is seeing the scope of his own life from that larger perspective. The length of his life is short like a season. Within that time he must live and make choices and do the things that humans do, but he's liberated from the illusion that they're of much importance. He finds freedom in surrendering to the wild hunt -- the giant-sized powers and movements far out of his control.
I think game05 has all the symbolism correct, but I don't think the song is from a nihilistic point of view. The Wild Hunt isn't after his sole, but his heart (I left my heart to the Wild Hunt...). He's not about to go out and try to fall in love, but he's mentally prepared himself for settling down when it happens, and no will no longer resist it. Until it happens, he'll continue playing around ("I live until the call".) The imagery is mostly straightforward in this interpretation.
There's no strong lyrical basis for this interpretation, but talking about death doesn't fit very well with what I know of his other songs, many of which express reservations or worries about dating/love. E.g. Burden of Tomorrow, the Gardener.
Some of the lyrics are obviously wrong, and I tried to change them on the wiki. Other than a few grammar issues (e.g. "Lets" should be "let's etc), there's "ancient races stand", "heroin" should be "heroine", "no while I will go under to" should be "in a while I will go under too".
You learn me how to play. I love the way you wright. Had to post this for people like us who want to understand the real art.
This is literally copy pasted from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/…
"Others believed that people's spirits could be pulled away during their sleep to join the cavalcade."
"Hollow earth"
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/…
Learn from the tallest man, from he is as wise as he is tall.
the first two verses seem to set up the rest of the song, the way the rest is going to relate to mythology. the Crow Moon is coming. Spring is starting to arrive. to a person he says "well, you keep looking out" (looking forward to Spring coming), but he is establishing the symbolism for the rest of the song by preferring to "watch phenomenons that rise out of the darkness" and the "machines of the ancient races."
i say 'nihilistic' because i think suicide is too strong of a message when it's being veiled in something so vague and dreamlike as mythology. though 'apathetic' is too weak a word to use since he's referring to tales and creatures all related to death.
the author's darkness comes across strongest in his bridge. he leaves his heart (emotions) to the Wild Hunt that's coming. he'll allow them the capture it/him. the Wild Hunt being the myth that huntsmen riding just over the ground might catch you and take you from the earth to join their pack. i just don't quite get why he's so certain that he's leaving in the Fall, because none of the myths he mentions have any definite time that they appear. maybe something to do with the whole Spring/life and Fall/death symbols.
"sleep out in the glade...to be closer when my spirit's pulled away." i don't think this is any sort of return to nature, but a reference to the Wild Hunt again. the huntsmen travel just off the ground, so the
author is just staying there not only so he can be seen (because he's by the giant tree) but just to speed up the whole process--not that he's in any particular hurry, but drawing out the event by pretending to cover would be pointless.
"left a nervous little boy out on the trail today..". "trail" is always some path of self-discovery, so i guess the author was somewhat apprehensive about the decision beforehand but grew committed to his decision along the way. it was a walk of transcendence, because he was "just a mortal" when he first left, so if he was a mortal as a boy (ignorance) to begin with, then he is something much more now; something above mere life-and-death humanity that worries about trivialities such as the Spring season bringing new life and rebirth.
"have Satan departing now and be even when the blues fall down like hail" is more nihilism in the way that good and bad break even. same goes for him being forgotten when he's gone. Cadejo is Latin American. seeing white cadejo foreshadows good fortune, while black cadejo can mean the straight-up devil or death or bad times a'comin.
what a breath of fresh air this author/singer is. most music is completely vapid and meaningless, but him you actually have to go and do some research to gather the meaning, all wrapped up in what is just a plain old great tune. Keats with a guitar!
You write "i just don't quite get why he's so certain that he's leaving in the Fall".
In sweden the hunting season starts in the Fall. They start hunting the Moose.
Some how I first thought the song was written from the view of a Moose but after reading your post i'm not sure...
I wonder if instead of the drug, he's using the homophone "heroine," as in a female hero. I think it might make a bit more sense given the Wild Hunt has roots in Norse mythology and that it's not just a unexplained drug reference.
Just curious if anyone else thinks this is a possibility
I wonder if instead of the drug, he's using the homophone "heroine," as in a female hero. I think it might make a bit more sense given the Wild Hunt has roots in Norse mythology and that it's not just a unexplained drug reference.
Just curious if anyone else thinks this is a possibility
"I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall"
remind me of the movie "Into the Wild".