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Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds
I wish the ceiling was the ground
I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
To help me make up for this one
While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone
And I can't remember what you do
To find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue
And bring me faithful back to you
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there
Not tonight
If we break off gently in slow motion, spinning outward into
Space
My hand always floating gently at the wheel while you sweetly
Hold my face
And I need you to give it meaning, I need you to share the view
Or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other
Thing I do
I wish the ceiling was the ground
I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
To help me make up for this one
While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone
And I can't remember what you do
To find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue
And bring me faithful back to you
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there
Not tonight
If we break off gently in slow motion, spinning outward into
Space
My hand always floating gently at the wheel while you sweetly
Hold my face
And I need you to give it meaning, I need you to share the view
Or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other
Thing I do
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"I wish the ceiling was the ground." - He wishes he was in heaven with her.
"I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun to help me make up for this one." - He feels regret over something that he did to drive her away.
"While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone and I can't remember what you do." - He took her for granted and didn't reciprocate her feelings.
"To find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue and bring me faithful back to you." He wants his love, seeped in sadness and regret (sounding blue) to reach her in heaven and reunite them as they should have been all along.
Again, not sure of the verisimilitude of the rumor, but it does have a certain tragic romance to it.
Back in college, I dissected “You’d Prefer an Astronaut” as term paper for an English comp class (we had to pick a piece of literature, and I argued the lyrics were poetry; the prof agreed). I no longer have the paper, but I still recall the gist of it.
For as beautiful and ethereal as the lyrics are, the album tells a relatively simple but heartfelt story of a relationship’s inception, duration and aftermath. In short:
Little Dipper – two “star-crossed lovers” get together despite parental disapproval
The Pod – This relationship used to rock, but now it’s full of drug-related drama
Stars – The girl is becoming disillusioned, feeling that she’s missed better opportunities in life because of the choice to be together; resentment builds
The Suicide Machine – this is the man’s perspective. He feels like he’s stuck in a boring rut of the same old B.S.; drugs help him cope.
Very Old Man – the decision is made to break up. Ironically, the climax of the story is “softly recorded”
Why I like the Robins – After the break-up, the woman is hoping that all the guys who used to want her still will. The guy just wants to sleep around.
I’d Like your Hair Long – He’s annoyed and conflicted because he wants her back, but not the way she was. He’s angry that she wasn’t what he expected.
I Hate it Too – meaningless sex isn’t as awesome as it sounds; he misses her.
Songs of Farewell and Departure – this is kinda like when a play has a narrator who leaves the audience with some final thoughts about the “moral of the story” that was just told.
So, the last few songs are almost like the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. Eventually, the guy copes and is alright.
everlea does a cover which i am addicted to.
my god!
Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds, I wish the ceiling was the ground.
I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun to help me make up for this one.
While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone and I can't remember what you do to find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue and bring me faithful back to you.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there, not tonight.
If we break off gently in slow motion spinning outward into space,
my hand, always firm and gently at the wheel, while you sweetly hold my face.
And I need you to give it meaning, I need you to share the view or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing I do.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there.
And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there, not tonight
Lyrically this is perhaps my favourite song in the world.